Aside from coming back into the country and being ambushed by health officials swathed for the apocalypse in head-to-toe scrubs, goggles, masks, gloves, and condom hats, and being forced to sit on the plane for an hour as our temperatures were taken and we were variously swabbed, and then three allegedly feverish be-masked individuals being led off the flight like cattle (pigs?) to the slaughterhouse,
and the national shortage of masks and alcohol-based degerminators,
and the appearance of aforementioned Purell-style de-germifier at the entrance to every mall and factory,
I'd say that we're handling this well.
Me, I prefer to strengthen my immune system by holding the hand straps on the subway and then surreptitiously licking my fingers.