Puzzles, bicycles and flour? America’s isolation memories in the making

Since the start of the coronavirus pandemic, we’ve mourned deaths that have come too soon, had our hearts drop at the sound of wheezing or shaky breath from a loved one. We’ve had our workspaces move from offices to the confines of our homes; we’ve had our hours cut, our work put on hold, our jobs stripped from us. Our faces have twisted at the sight of yet another bill we can’t afford.