Four weeks ago today we began our personal “shelter in place,” with the state mandates following suit within a few days.

This is the week I’m calling the “A” week. Acquiescence. Acceptance. Assimilation.

I realize just how deeply physical distancing has become ingrained in my psyche when I mentally scold actors in TV programs for gathering in groups. Or when the characters in the novels I’m reading take trips, go shopping, or meet for dinner, I pause, puzzled.