Just to give out TMI - sadly necessary for context here - I've been out of work for nearly a month, funds running out and all of that. Don't cry for me - I'm a pretty competent short-order cook even at my late age, and I have lines in the river, as it were.
No, forget about me here. It's the people around me who are determined to keep me comfortable and happy even in this uncertainty. Cigarettes, wine, beer, pot... stuff you're not "supposed to have" when you're "down and out."
And cash, yeah.
And like I said - we're all not exactly in love with each other or anything. They're just stepping up. Which is actually the Love with the capital "L," no?
There's a lot of love out there, and in there, close to you. We'll weather this shit just fine.
(OK, you bootstrappin' Rand-ians and Social Darwinians. Please come in and tell me how my friends are de-motivating my 54-year old ass away from productivity. Encouraging a looter. Oh, please bring it. Actually? Don't bother.)