Six Feet? Try 1,400 Miles

Isolating nine states away from my blind, at-risk spouse has its challenges

It’s 5:54pm and I’m answering a FaceTime call from my husband. It’s one of hundreds I’ve received since I hopped on a last minute flight from Southwest Florida to Central New York. That was 41 days ago, before either state imposed a real lockdown.

Joe wants to know what a random bowl in the back of the fridge is housing. Is it something old and moldy that I left behind before heading out the door on March 17th? Is it some concoction of…