Video session with Dr. T at 1:30. I feel I crossed over into some other level of panic/anxiety about the virus today. Like it had been "How can we deal with D?" and "It sucks we can't go out to eat anymore" and also, recently, "I hope D isn't allergic to the new guinea pigs." But while awake in the middle of the night last night, my mind started spiraling into other directions And it hasn't abated since I've been awake (after getting a little bit more sleep). An attempt to talk about it with H sort of led him to look at me like I was going crazy. I also pressured him into canceling his physical therapy appointment tomorrow, because they meet in a big room of people, and even though they're taking sanitation precautions, it can still supposedly live in the air for 3 hours. And his injury seems almost healed--I told him it would be different if it had just happened, but it was months ago, and he's mostly getting around just fine--I mean, he's not gonna run a marathon tomorrow, but those are all canceled anyway. I felt like the bad guy asking him to cancel, but it doesn't seem worth the risk to me.