I've started to get anxious about going shopping. Things were very weird last week when I ventured out (all stores crowded and claustrophobia-inducing, to me; people behaving rudely and impatiently with one another; long lines everywhere and dwindling selection of goods)---and I did not feel like trying it again for another week, at least. We're well stocked-up, but there are always a few things I need, since I cook. It all hadn't been a problem, until last week.

Now I'm facing having to go out again. I'm not looking forward to it.

Otherwise, things are going pretty well. I've been able to keep busy, and the house is getting its Spring Cleaning, by degrees. Husband has been very nice and very helpful.