I've been thinking about that all morning, actually.

I'm in a position of rare privilege - my wife has prescriptive rights, we're on a first-name basis with a dozen hospital administrators, we know all the local EMS guys, my kid goes to private school and on and on and on. But I also have a medical clinic that cares for pregnant women, babies and small children so we're going to have to figure out some protocols ahead of time so we're not caught flat-footed. No part of our licensure required a pandemic response plan - I suspect that by 2022 or 2024 that will have changed.

I'm anticipating a lot of Amazon orders, a lot of grocery deliveries and a lot of time at home with the kid. Thinking about it dispassionately my principle concern is my wife's parents, who are both healthy and hale, and a couple elderly friends who both have kids in the area so they're likely to be fine.

My own parents, however, are fucked. Infirm, elderly, rural New Mexico, live alone. They also revel in ignoring my advice, and, as both have degrees in biology (my mother has a Ph.D in microbiology and single-handedly stopped two epidemics back in the '80s) there's very little I can do to help them prepare.