The guest who doesn't know when to leave...

We've been COVID-19 free here at SKP Saguaro Co-op, but it was inevitable that would change. The guest who doesn't know when to leave arrived somewhere around 9 November: 

• First our park's used-to-be fix it guy got it along with his wife and their close friend. He was hauled off in an ambulance, hospitalized and was on oxygen for awhile. He'd spent the preceding 2 weeks working in our co-op's shop without a mask but he also was receiving chemo- either place could have been the source. He did fine and is back in the park and doing chores (WTF?!).
• Another couple have tested positive for COVID but are asymptomatic (the most contagious time) and have been seen out walking in the park sans masks. Since one of them had helped a neighbor moving a propane bottle, that neighbor is quarantining and will get tested should symptoms appear (as advised by his doctor).
  
• Plus another couple near us who are quarantining because of symptoms.
• Then we heard 2 days ago one of the longtime residents here (he's 94) was hauled to the hospital in an ambulance with COVID symptoms. His daughter took his wife to the hospital to watch out for him as he checked in driving his wife in his car. And of course that pretty much fingers his wife and his daughter.
• And then I just learned the daughter of the 94 year old was out delivering Election Packets with no mask. And of course was shuffling through her stack of envelopes with election materials to find the packet for each lot. Ummm... and since the committee stuffed those envelopes, that makes the contents suspect.
• And one last but important event- a leaseholder with cancer became infected with COVID and was taken to hospice care. He died the next day.
  

That's 9 presumably certain plus one more suspect- call it 10; plus 1 deceased. So we went from 0 -> 3 -> 5 -> 7 -> 9 -> 10 -> 11 -> 10+1 (plus either 1 or 2 maybes_. All in a matter of days.

So what's the answer? Well, my preferred options are to mask up, wash hands, avoid people who refuse to mask-up, and drink more coffee. No antibodies in the coffee to ward off our modern day imitation of the Black Death from 650 years ago, but at least I can have a pleasant recollection to take with me to the hospital. 

All this thanks to some friends, neighbors and local residents who can't bring themselves to follow simple precautionary guidelines. In my not very humble opinion, public health isn't a political statement but rather a life saving responsibility of everyone.

My precautionary cup of coffee will likely continue to be from Chiapas, our current favorite. Can't get over how much we've been taken by this coffee from Mexico!

I did another 3# of it on Tuesday and will do another 2# on Friday. That's 4# for 4 friends plus 1# for us. The SKP Saguaro is a better place thanks to these Chiapas beans!