Eileen and I had been hold up in our second story apartment for about two weeks. Mandatory lockdown.

At first we’d thought, “Here we go again! Another pandemic scare. La-de-da!” — just like almost everybody else.

And who could blame us? After the bumbling response and conflicting information that surrounded the COVID-19 outbreak back in ’19 and ‘20?

So we settled in and looked at it like an in-house vacation. The delivery services were working and we ordered out every day, even booze. And we ...