The Postscript: Waiting for the Sun
An enormous box arrives at our house. It is filled with food and cleaning supplies, and, yes, toilet paper. I feel guilty. But the truth is, these supplies were ordered months ago. My husband, Peter, was a hoarder long before hoarding was in fashion. “Here you go!” Peter says, as he unpacks the latest shipment. “Eight more pounds of oatmeal!”
My oatmeal consumption over the pa...