I had just become department chair a few months earlier. madness. On one hand, pivot to online learning in a week. On other, plan for continuity of teaching if people get sick. And I was one who bought a ton of food in December. I went to store in march and there was nothing on the shelves…

My wife and I had a discussion “who should go to the store?” We reasoned i should. So I would go, once a week early morning Wednesday, mask, gloves, alcohol wipes. Buy food. Put food in box on porch. She would wipe down food. I would disrobe and shower in basement like I had fallout on me. Madness.

We got a new dog after ours died of cancer during early pandemic. At one point, one son was in his room, another in kitchen, wife tutoring kindergarten in living room, and I was in basement. In a chairs meeting with provost my son yells down “dad, the dog crapped in the kitchen again.”

It is probably too soon for the history. But I still look for books about post-1918 pandemic and the impact it had. My great grandmother died in it. Grandpa never talked about it and I never knew to ask. I think people should likely record their experiences for posterity though.