Day 2: last social contacts

Sunday. No cannibalism yet. We were more social than is probably advisable - P's godmother came for a very disorganized lunch, and we ended up having dinner with the M's, who are currently camped out in our back garden en route from Argentina to the wilds of northern California. It would be very helpful if someone who knew something about viral spread and computer modeling could provide some guidelines w/r/t 'social distancing': I know that being within six feet and more than a few minutes increases your risk of respiratory exposure, but in terms of fomite spread from surfaces - what if you remain at least six feet from each other but moving around the same house? using the same tea-towels to dry your plate? who knows.
It is hard, I am finding, not to consider the more meta-view: a virus that removes up to 10% of the human population (mostly sick and elderly) relatively quickly and painlessly, discourages casual air and large cruise ship travel, and takes developed-world hubris down a serious notch or two, sounds like it would start to address the one problem we have that's even bigger than coronavirus, i.e. environmental damage and climate change. However, the cruise companies and airline industries will get bailouts at taxpayer expense, and Jeff Bezos will profit enormously from everyone doing all their shopping from the coronavirus-free comfort of their homes rather than braving the outside the world, and more and more people will become homeless because they can't go to work because they're sick or their kid's school is closed or the small business they work for folded or any number of reasons, and on and on until end times actually come. (Incidentally, I can't find easily isolatable mortality statistics for homelessness, but I'd bet on average it's more lethal to be homeless than to have coronavirus, since in California average life expectancy for a homeless person is, according to a Kaiser study I just found, age 48 (women) and 51 (men) respectively.) So there's that cheerful thought to start the day with.
Today I am headed back to clinic, to see if the nonsensical policy of Friday has been replaced with any less nonsensical policy. I would much, much, much rather stay right where I am, which is tucked up on the sofa in the dark with my lovely girl warmly snoozing next to me (we had a living room campout last night, mainly an excuse for cocoa and to sleep by the fire), dreaming of the dragons I have promised her we can repaint the dining table with later this week when we are home together on Thursday.