Within the first week of residing collectively in the course of the pandemic, my household circled and every shared our end-of-life needs. I wrote them on a Put up-it observe and saved it below my stash of emergency beans. The second week, after a combat that led to tears, we carried out a strict democratic protocol for film night time selections. And within the winter of 2020, after months of residing collectively, my household of three grown kids of their 20s and two dad and mom known as a physician and had a heated dialogue about whether or not or not I ought to kiss the person I used to…