It’s early March. Our friends emailed that they’d cancelled their flight to Toronto scheduled for April.
I stood behind someone in the pharmacy who had bought about twenty bottles of hand sanitizer.
Christian went out and bought us masks (expensive ones) and disinfecting wipes.
We didn’t use the masks; hardly anyone in the airport had them on. But the minute we reached our seats in the airplane, we pulled out the wipes and started wiping down the arm rests, the tray table (open and shut), the