We all, more or less, stumbled into the COVID-19 quarantine. I know I did.
In late February I’d just finished a four-month physical therapy regimen. Eager to keep my momentum going, I went to my new gym for an exercise class schedule.
I checked in with the membership director.
“She’s out with the flu,” I was told.
“Sorry to hear that,” I said, turning to the personal trainer office, looking for mine.
“He’s out with the flu.”
Two yoga instructors, same thing—flu. Plus, the place didn’t look very full.
Something’s wrong here, I thought. I’ll wait.