I've added to my litany of morning blessings: Sunshine. Coffee. Birds singing. Not sick.
This is the pasta aisle in the Food Emporium yesterday. I stocked up a few weeks ago, and have enough of everything to last me a couple of weeks if necessary, but I'm still going to the market every couple of days to replenish on a rolling basis.
I'm very very lucky, in that there's nowhere I have to be, and financially, I'll be fine. But so many people are going to be crushed by this, even if they never actually get sick. And there's nothing I can do about it. At this point, not much anyone can do about it. And that's the scariest thing of all.