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Must haves: 
Masks, cloth, even a bandana works. 
Gloves, if you can get them without gouging into essential worker PPE. 
Lysol and/or Clorox spray and wipes. 
Liquid bleach. Spray bottle for mixing w/ water.
Laundry detergent.
Canned food/non perishables.
Small freezer and CAREFULLY and gradually (no hoarding) stock it with meats & frozen veggies.
Assess your household protection. Dead bolts, WORKING window locks, outdoor lighting, obstacles to window access (thorny bushes), gate locks, weaponry at your comfort level but with safety and training. Keep all vehicles locked and empty (no keys, laptops, cash, etc) 
I wipe down my mailbox handle for both our protection. My mail person is a lifeline. 
Keep electronics charged, extra chargers. Consider a solar charger, solar emergency radio, panels for energy to your home. 
Try to keep bills paid up. 
Gatorade, Powerade, Pedialyte. Stock up gradually but do not hoard.
Bottled water.
Of course, toilet paper. Please do not hoard. Gradual, not mass panic buying. 
Pet food! Get their treats, update shots and medications with their veterinarian. 
First Aid kits for humans and animals.
90 day refills on all medications.
Thermometers, oxygen monitors, Tylenol, vitamin C, OTC flu and cold meds. 
Don't forget online ordering is available for almost anything, but be careful, check out the company, reviews, etc. 
Get tested.
Get tested for antibodies.
Please realize ASYMPTOMATIC is an actuality. Pre-symptomatic is still contagious. 
Immunity is not consistent nor guaranteed with COVID-19. 
There are reports of people contracting coronavirus a second time. 
NO AGE IS SAFE! NO HEALTH STATUS IS SAFE!
This is absolutely not a political or rights issue. It's a MAJOR HEALTH EMERGENCY. 
Will add to as thoughts occur, feel free to add SCIENCE BASED INFORMATION AND FACTS and helpful preparation advice.
LRM(S)

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