I know how crazy that must sound. In a way I felt comfortable, almost safe, in the time of uncertainty. My kids all home, my husband’s work closed for weeks until getting a go ahead from our governor for his plant to reopen. All of us together. Family and friends checking in on one another. Neighbors pitching in making sure everyone had groceries and such. And then I feel guilty for ever thinking that way. Illness and death, financial despair for so many ( my family included as our state royally screwed up my husbands unemployment and a year out we are still waiting). People back to their own lives, no check ins, no feeling of banding together or looking out for each other.