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March 8, 2020
I'd reached my predawn limit of available words. He departed. I entered Fairway, thrilled to see no shoppers. I wanted to assess the flour situation, because nothing's more important than baking cookies, who are friends I can hold close (in my mouth) in these times of social distancing.

The dry goods aisles were a chaos of boxes and shipping plastic. As I reached for a bag of flour (yes!), a worker apologized for being in my way. I said, "YOU don't have to apologize to me!" and he laughed. I was impressed with his predawn laughter.

(P.S. Toilet paper! Yes!)