She got back and went to buy groceries. (She says she's fine, which I hope is true, but she always says that, anyway. Sometimes it sucks that she's still got to do my share--that I can't say "That's okay...let me handle it this week." and have that be a thing.) I mean, I guess we could do deliveries if we had to, or were super-into workers' rights violations, but I wasn't just talking about these groceries, but the whole standing-on-even-metaphorical feet thing.