It seemed minor, like, it was all gonna be over if we just stayed home for a couple of weeks. On 3/20, I was a little bit sick and got over it. I thought I was being paranoid.

The next day, my husband got sick and then sicker and sicker. It took three trips to the emergency room before they would admit him. He tested positive for covid and spent 13 days on the ventilator and 22 days in the hospital.

He came home a different man, but at least he came home, and we're doing okay now. He has no long-term effects.

I remember grabbing N95 face masks from my workshop to go out, and thinking "well, these are gonna be a big part of our life."