I hope you’re right — I really do. I’d love to be badly, stupidly wrong. I’d much prefer to log on in four months and be forced to eat a heaping helping of crow (use lots of Tabasco — it helps).

Why? Because if the coronavirus spreads out of control (and it’s probably already past any hope of containment), then many, many more people will die *unless* the virus itself mutates to something less lethal or less virulent. It’s happened before.

So yeah, I honestly hope I’m wrong. But I don’t think I am.