There I was, furiously wiping down groceries so that the bags of frozen vegetables wouldn’t infect us, and there was my 6’ 4” husband - comically stripping off every single item of his clothing outside our apartment door after walking the dog. The laundry, as you can imagine, was insurmountable. The rest of the residents on our floor had fled to the Hamptons or Palm Beach by then, but it was all perfectly normal behavior for the time.