My mailman came to my mailbox with a hacking cough, coughing into her bare right hand.

She deposited my maill with her bare right hand and walked away, hacking into her bare right hand. I'm old and sat in my comfy warm chair in my comfy warm house, looking out at the frozen world and wondering if it's worth the trouble to disinfect my mail and mailbox before bringing in the mail. Wondering if I should just leave my mail until spring. Wondering if I should ever again be interested in mail.