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 past few weeks while…