For the first time in two months, since the beginning of the COVID-19 crisis, I ventured into a grocery store to pick up some items to make meals for a sick friend’s family. Prior to that, during stay at home orders, my husband had been running the necessary errands while the kids and I pretty much stayed at home or walked the neighborhood. My hubby had been telling me each week how things were changing at the stores to prevent the rapid spread of the virus. The first two weeks were the sight of empty shelves, ditching the grocery list and just getting whatever food was available. The next weeks were the emergence of masks, barriers, limited occupancy, and one-way isles. He had told me about all of those changes, and I knew what to expect before I left the house. I had been processing those things almost daily as we discussed our family’s health and safety decisions or watched passer byers make noticeable efforts to avoid each other in the view from my front kitchen window.