Peter Parker and I walked this morning early so I could sit down at my computer and have two hours to write uninterrupted. This meant I walked before I had coffee. Hardest walk ever. This is going to be a hard habit to build.

Speaking of odd coronavirus habits, every time I use the last of a roll of toilet paper, I get a little nervous. We have plenty. Still, I’m paying attention to what’s the minimum amount I can use comfortably. That’s crazy to think. Crazier to write and post here. But I figure I’m not alone in this.

For dinner tonight, we ordered pizza from my favorite pizza restaurant, the one that doesn’t always accept our UberEats orders because they’re so busy. Last night, they accepted before I could even see on my phone that the app had contacted the restaurant. When the pizza arrived, the Uber driver looked at me like I was nuts when I told him to just put the food on the sidewalk and I’d go pick it up.

Frankly, that is nuts.

Also nuts? Wondering if I needed to wipe down the pizza box before I put it on my kitchen counter. For the record, I didn’t. I immediately threw away the bag that the boxes of salad and rice balls came in. But I didn’t wipe down those boxes either. Did I just give us corona?

As for the Christmas lights idea, my daughter—my usual partner-in-crime—isn’t keen on this. I might do it anyway if I can find an extension cord long enough. (We have NO outside electrical sockets on the front of the house. Illogical!) I did try to sell her on it. I told her we could call them Corona Lights. She’s too young to get beer jokes, so I had to explain the humor in that. That’s okay though. We gotta laugh. Everyday. Seriously. That should go on our to do lists.

ANISE RAE