Judie Shape, 81. Covid-19 survivor. (IMAGE: Reuters)
It was Friday. My husband and I were sitting at the table, eating clam chowder and tuna melts when the alarms on our smartphones blasted through the house. The little flip phone I use for actual conversations beeped, then sent an ominous text: Emergency Alert. Imminent threat. Emergency. Over and over the terrifying words crawled across the tiny screen.
Had we been bombed? Was there a tornado? No, it was nothing like that. It was Gretchen Whitmer, the governor of Michigan. The noise stopped. Her disembodied voice filled the kitchen: The stay-at-home lockdown had been extended for two more weeks.