C is coming to stay with us for the duration. We have two bathrooms and an extra bedroom, so he’ll quarantine there for 14 days.
I’ll feel better having him here, but he’s a big guy and he’s going to need food.
I was figuring our bread flour would last another month, but now probably not.
Flour is a challenge, seeing as how my King Arthur order seems to be permanently delayed, and Amazon is out of stock. Looking for information, I found this yesterday in the Washington Post:
“I can absolutely and unequivocally say there is no shortage,” said Robb MacKie, the president and CEO of the American Bakers Association, whose members include packaging companies as well as makers of flour and yeast. “What we have is a demand issue.”
Too many customers, not enough stuff….
When Ed pointed out that too many customers/not enough stuff is the definition of a shortage we both burst out laughing. Supply-and-demand humor: this is the kind of thing we now find hysterically funny.
Just 4 weeks ago I was talking to a neighbor who grew up in the Soviet Union. I had brought her a loaf of bread and she told me stories of not being able to buy or bake bread in the USSR. She has a memory of her mother one day finding a hard, dry loaf of rye and how happy they all were to have it.
This morning I’ve heard from a friend who has one friend dying, another with a fever of 104 who is staying home because the hospitals are full.
So … I’m going to follow my new rule of appreciating each day while I have it.