I don't get out much. I joke that my husband and I have been "sheltering in place" for the past thirteen years, ever since our son was born. So it had been a while since I'd been out to a grocery store. Since the beginning of "all this", in fact. But this morning our daughter had a bad seizure, we used our last Diastat on her, and I had to go to the pharmacy to get more. I was prepared for what I would see, but not for what I felt. Everyone was wearing masks–not like on the streets in our...







