March 6 was the last “normal” day I remember in recent history. We went downtown for an art show opening in which I had two pieces. We picked up our friends and were happy to see all the crowd that night.
Knowing that there might be some more illness here than we imagined, most people, although socializing probably less than 6 feet apart (no directives then), were not hugging, kissing, etc., and I did see one person with a mask.
We dropped off our friends at the end of the evening, and that was the last time I had an in-person conversation with them. I counted down the next 14 days for myself, as a precaution. No illness. As I am over 70 and have mobility issues, my husband makes most of the grocery runs, since he can get in and out more quickly.
Tears to Rage and Back Again 
