At some point while restocking the home supplies, I realized I was preparing for the next pandemic.
When flour was in short supply, I bought it whenever it showed up, feeling like someone in the Gulag who had found a frozen herring and brought it back to the barracks for a feast. (Without, of course, the whole "gulag" thing.)
We didn't need to bake bread, because we had bread, but that bread would run out, and then we'd have to use the bread in the freezer. Worst case scenario: Civilization collapses, but we'll have French toast.
Then the excess flour was a problem. We could make pointless quarantine bread, but that's so April. So it had to be stored lest weevils appear, and I figured I'm set for the next pointless spasm of panic, bread-wise.
Toilet paper is back — in fact, it's passe to say "toilet paper is back." It's so nice to be jaded about toilet paper again. I found a strange brand the other day called "Irresistible." I didn't by it. We have 62 rolls at home. If that runs out, we'll use bread.
The freezer has lots of ground beef from the great Meat Scare. Remember that merry fortnight?
All the processing plants were going to close, and all the cows and pigs were going to be driven into the river. When I found meat, I'd announce it to the family: "Look what I got!"
"Great! Are we having hamburgers?"