Fourteen days later (yesterday), Kenric put on his mask and braved the grocery stores. I called him my bargain hunter-gatherer. He found everything on our list. The stores were well stocked and there were a lot more people wearing masks than before.

When we opened the door, there was a piece of paper that looked like a receipt on the floor. We brought it inside and left it in a corner. When Kenric came home, he took the trash out, and took another shower. His clothes were immediately washed using the hot water cycle.

Now that our 14-day self-imposed-quarantine clock has restarted, we will just have to bear with the loud banging of drums in the middle of the night for the duration because I can’t go out to strangle the drummer. One of the neighbors plays his drums for hours, all hours of the day and almost every night. Sometimes, he starts after 2:00 am. Once, a lady yelled at him and he yelled back, but continued. I should have asked Kenric to buy a bigger bottle of ouzo, an aperitif that I happen to like.