fully distracted by the mid-story flu and cold

A month ago, I went a date with this guy. It was good fun, and it went so well that I brought him back to my apartment that night. Seemed like he was really into it, too. We talked almost every day afterwards, and made plans to hang out again. And then everything imploded. He got busy with work and took a raincheck, then I got the flu, then he got a cold, then the world shut down. I want to reach out and ask how he's doing, but I don't know if it's too much. And of course, everyone's dealing with the state of the world differently, but damn. Life's a bitch when your heart lives in your vagina.