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.

I did a lot of that too at the start. We knew so little about what it was or how we caught it—except that it could kill you and there was no cure.