I talked to a lot of people and I read a lot of reports from Italy and I've decided to stay here at Rob's house in Minnesota and support my son in his cross country journey by phone.
He and I were leaving together this coming Monday from Laguna Beach where he's been living for two years.
But he will have to make the drive in his little Subaru across the desert and the mountains alone.
He can handle it.
He has time and he can stay with his sister Ava in Denver two thirds of the way through.
I wanted so much to do this with him, and to finally see Laguna Beach and the life he's had there.
But that's ending anyway so it's just not what it all was.
His lovely Godsend of a girlfriend, Grace, is staying on in California with her family there and her cool job at Vans corporate.
He is coming here now to get a jump start on jobs and apartments before he begins grad school in September here at the University of MN.
My decision was a total disappointment for him.
But my mother said it best last night when she called to remind me how stricken I was with pneumonia at the healthy age of fifteen.
I had bronchitis and it turned into pneumonia and they couldn't get it under control.
I stayed in my bedroom for six weeks.
I had to crawl to the bathroom at the worst of it because I couldn't stand.
My big brother carried me to the car for my doctor's appointments.
No world threatening virus brought me down.
I wasn't elderly.
I was a healthy person, young and with no other conditions but my childhood asthma.
I still have asthma.
And now I'm fifty-nine and counting.
I take a steroid inhaler twice a day, which is why I appear so healthy and can sing with gusto.
I'm going to stock up on my medications and be glad I'm not going anywhere.
That's what I'm going to do.
And my son will make it here and be here in a week.
When he comes he can't visit me or his grandmother for two weeks while we be sure he didn't catch the virus from California or from his travels.
The whole lay of the land is shifting and it's a hell of a thing for all of us.
I feel like scientists were warning that there could be new strains of virus that we wouldn't be able to control.
Why did they say that?
What were the indicators?
I don't remember, but anyway, it seems to be happening.
Mother Nature is big and strong in spite of our efforts to reign her in.
We are only human.
I'm grateful to be alive and healthy this morning.
I wish you continued good health and happiness.