A has gone into the world to do our grocery shopping-we haven& #39;t gone shopping in two and a half weeks which has been weird to say the least but very grateful we& #39;re able to stock up for extended periods. I have so much anxiety about him going that it& #39;s hard to focus.

Trying to get work done and my brain just keeps picturing him forgetting to use sanitizer or you know, licking stuff. He& #39;s a 37 and a lawyer in the medical field. I can probably trust him. But still, in my head he& #39;s evidently a toddler who I& #39;ve sent out to buy me wine.

I need him to survive because a) wine; b) the new bookcases I ordered arrived and I want his help; c) he& #39;s supposed to smoke a chicken tonight; d) I like him.

I& #39;m making jokes to try and relieve the serious level of anxiety I& #39;ve got right now. I wanted to go but I have asthma and we figured the less I& #39;m out, the better because lungs. But I& #39;d have wayyyyyy less anxiety if it was me going.

The conquering hero has returned with many supplies including wine & gummy bears as he knows what’s good for him. I asked him to get canned pineapple chunks and he bought a wide variety of canned fruit because evidently he’s never really had any. So that’s a new thing I learned.