I nearly made it out of the grocery store for under $100 (nearly, because the checkout guy forgot to ring up my chicken-apple sausage the first time around).

This means one of several things:

• I am now a grocery-shopping sensei

• I actually bought $55 worth of groceries on Friday afternoon and am just now remembering

• I am finally cleaning out the freezer of all the meat we bought ages ago

• I will need to go grocery shopping again before the end of the week

On my way back inside, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the glass of the vestibule door. A linen face cover concealing all but my eyes, hooded with pure exhaustion, and forehead, sprouting new lines every day.

“What the fuck,” she muttered — under her breath, under her mask.