"How are you?" my krav maga trainer asked.
"I'm fine," I answered, "a bit sick today."
'What is it?" he asked. "This corona virus?"
"I don't think so, but you never know."
"I went to Chinatown this morning, they were all wearing face masks. Maybe I should do that too. Or do you think it's already too late?"
"It's probably too late," I said.