So today I went for a short cycle ride with my husband on quiet local roads with plenty of trees and grass. Social distancing wasn't a big problem, we just moved away from the pavement whenever we had to pass a pedestrian, which wasn't often.
We, however, were passed by a hearse. And a house.
Obviously, the wicked witch of the west had been extricated from under the house and was on her way to her final rest.
Truly, we are not in Kansas now.