In March 2020 on the cusp of the Covid pandemic my husband was scheduled for surgery, but the prospect of him spending even a few days in a large New York hospital was worrisome. Luckily the doctor discharged him one day post-op, I took him home, and the next day we left Manhattan and drove to rural Connecticut to what had been – until then – our weekend house. Thus we began our Covid quarantine as full-time country folks, and in fact we didn’t return to the city for over...