As Mark Twain is said to have said in response to reading his own obituary, "Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated."
Thanks for the conerns though!
I'm in the Philippines, Bicol Region, Camarines Norte Province, Malakban Burangay, Purdok 2, on some unnamed street in a newly-built-and-not-quite-yet-finished house my wife built on a plot of her ancestral land. I came back here on a two week round-trip Delta Airlines ticket about ten days ago. The day after I arrived at the Manila airport and we headed south they closed all travel into and out of the Airport, and put me on "Home Quaranteen" for 14 days: I have to keep a log of my temperature twice a day, and log any other symptoms suggestive of the Corona Virus, and can't visit with anybody except my wife. . . which is touch-and-go (with very little touching). Then several days ago they upped the ante with a country-wide travel ban .... chances of ever getting back to the States looked grim, but then my wife started pulling strings at my insistence to get some of her relatives in the local political machine here to get me - in essence - "Letters of Transit" - as in those from the movie, "Casablanca", signed by all the local medical and political authorities .... we got that done today, so I can probably get through all the countless check-points manned by numerous uniformed military armed with some really spiffy assault rifles I've never seen before between here and the airport in a few days ... we'll see. (the authorities insist this is NOT Martial Law, but the populace has too much experience with that over the years to believe it fully).
As for the prognosis for domestic bliss, it is possibly worse than for Covid-19 ... but we'll see.
About 15 of my old trees from when I left here 15 months ago are still alive, though most just barely. They look too sorry to post Pix ...
I kill time by meditating in my nicely air-conditioned room, re-studying old chess books I left behind about the games of my favorite player, Mikhail Tal, re-reading Red Pine's translations of various old Chinese poet monks, and then, two or three times a day downing an ice cold can of the heavenly robust Red Horse "fortified" beer they have here!!! Nectar of the Gods ... who otherwise seem to have largely vacated the place.
Using Internet and cell phones and such to connect to the US is something I've only done sparingly for a number of reasons ... Someone please tell Dan Robinson I'm fine, and should/may/might probably be back Stateside intact in another week or so.