Face it: at some point, you asked for this. Who among us hasn’t rolled over in bed, furious at the alarm clock, and said, “Please, God, I don’t want to leave the house today”? Well, New Testament God—the just, kind one—was still asleep when you babbled your plea through a trickle of drool. You reached Old Testament God instead, and your prayer was answered in the form of a plague.

There are two lessons in this: 1) Be careful what you wish for, and 2) Suck it up and be grateful that you didn’t get laid off from your job, that you aren’t separated from your loved ones, that you’re not treating sick patients, and that you don’t have the coronavirus.