My wife went out today and got two gallons of milk and a bunch of frozen vegetables. She was looking for a turkey breast, but none were to be found. She doesn’t want to go out any more this week—she’s gone full-pandemic on me—but there’s a butcher shop three miles away that probably has turkey breasts. Thing is, I’ve had four bronchial incidents in the last seventeen months, so I am “elevated risk,” if not “high risk.” So, my wife has put me on lockdown. Probably not a bad idea.