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STAY HOME.

It’s scary.

It’s really, really scary.

Except for some people, it’s not. Some people are still out. They are hanging out in stores and restaurants, having parties with their friends. Schools are closed, so they’re playing basketball and tennis and going to the playgrounds with their toddlers. They’re having picnics in the park. They’re swarming the bars and standing oh-so-close.

Dylan sent me a video of a Tennessee gathering in the streets. It looked like New Year’s Eve in Times Square. There were people as far as the eye could see, crammed together and drinking, while the music blared from huge speakers somewhere. I have no idea what it was. But I thought: Do they really think this is a time to party?

I am an ostrich, most of the time. I like to stick my head in the sand and not read the news. I don’t want to hear about Trump’s Tweets or the murder-suicide of a local family. I basically try not to listen.

But in this case, there’s just so much evidence to which we need to pay attention – and there’s only one simple message: STAY HOME.

My kids hate it. My husband, who works in the healthcare system, hates it. And I hate it. But if we would ALL stay home, we could STOP this crisis from killing thousands and thousands of people!

Yet, thousands and thousands of people are still out there, tempting fate. They must be ostriches, too. Or they don’t believe what they read, hear, and see. They don’t believe the irrefutable evidence.

Thankfully, we have a governor who is insisting on things closing down. He closed the schools, canceled all large gatherings. He’s ordering a shutdown of the bars and restaurants, starting tonight at 5 p.m. A handful of drive-thru’s will remain open.

I know it’s hard. And it’s scary. But I have pulled my head out of the sand for this.

I want to help, to do my part, to stay home as much as is humanly possible. I don’t want to be part of the problem.

I want to help save the world.

And by trying, I am teaching my kids to do the same.