Earlier today I completed a 60 minute massage treatment, washed hands, chatted with the client, collected the payment, replaced the linens, shut the music, turned off the lights, stepped out and locked the door of the Breathe Spa, where I am employed as a massage therapist. It was the same routine as always, except this time I didn’t know when I would be back. We at Breathe have been hoping against hope and holding off as long as we could, but as of this Monday we are closed

When whole countries are on a lock-down and you can’t travel overseas or go on a cruise, when Canada cancels hockey and Costco is out of toilet paper, when schools close and your company tells you to work from home, when your neighbour is afraid to shake hands with you and your other neighbour is hoarding sani-wipes to resell them on Amazon, when you get chastised for wearing “I ♥ Canadian Oil and Gas” t-shirt, when the 10-year government bond pays less than 1% and major stoc