A well-known love sonnet begins, “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” The poet then goes on to express the height, and depth and breadth, molecular density and kilograms of her love. I may have made those last few up, but you get the idea.
Her love is eternal and exists everywhere.
In times of global pandemic and quarantine, love is expressed in material goods that are in high demand and short supply.
We were down to six coffee filters when the shutdown began. I looked in store after store and online to no avail. I mentioned we were down to three coffee filters, and not looking forward to a new routine of chronic headaches, when a neighbor offered us some of hers.
How do I love thee? Let me count our new supply of coffee filters.
A friend could not find whole wheat flour anywhere. On the rare occasions when she bakes cookies, she uses whole…
