What else will make you crazy during social isolation?
The Grown Son has been staying with us.
He is working from home.
My home.
He huffed in objection when I asked him to pick up his mountain of crap so I could sweep the floor.
“But we’re on quarantine,” he objected.
“My standards are not on quarantine,” I informed him.
He moved his stuff.
I swept.
He was annoyed.
Whatever.