Lots more cooking and dishes. Lots less driving, restaurants, cafes. No Saturday night spa night, no daily gym, no daily fresh meat and vegetable shopping for dinner — eating a lot more frozen/canned/boxed to make fewer shopping trips.

I moved a comfy chair into my office, originally for the high school sophomore but I find I take my iPad to it to do reading and writing (and less formal videoconference). 

Currently, we’re reading 

I’d normally be reading a lot of P. G. Wodehouse.

Vastly different. Like a forest fire, it will destroy much of what we loved — people, places, things — and leave us with sorrow and mourning and bare ground. I’ll be surprised if half my regular restaurants, cafes, music venues will survive. But from the charred ground, all-new things will grow