We got take out last night. It felt luxurious as it was the first time since March 7 that I didn’t cook our evening meal. But as we ate and chatted I realized that this change in life came quickly and settled in quickly. It felt like a luxury, whereas before this all started we did take out or went out almost weekly. And my town, my small town is eerily quite, there were hardly any cars on the plaza as we approached to pick up our food. Even as I enjoyed the meal, I was still processing how quickly it’s changed and how odd it was to luxuriate in take out.