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I've heard the long recovery period is pretty normal too, that seems to be pretty ubiquitous amongst the accounts of the recovered. Glad the missus is doing well, and your daughter will thank you in years to come for passing on cooking skills because that's the gift that gives back for a lifetime. My mom had several long term illnesses when I was a youngish teenager that required me to step up and learn how to shop and cook for the family and although I resented the holy fuck out of it at the time I have to say the experience has served me very well for decades.
My daughter, almost son in law and I are perfect points on the continuum of fear--she's a frontline grocery worker who is keeping herself protected but who sees her employment as a gift of service not only to the customers but also to her more medically fragile coworkers. ASIL has savings and worked in restaurants so was an early victim of the layoffs and he is taking isolation to new heights. He stays in the big camper trailer in the backyard and only hits up the house for showers, usually when my daughter is at work. He doesn't want to get anywhere near any germs at all and is a fierce hermit. Me, I'm in the middle--I've been self employed in a home based business for years so this level of isolation is pretty normal for me. I still have to go out on occasion to handle work business but it's almost a relief not to have to invent errands for myself to do in order to prevent spending weeks without seeing another human being up close. The kids live next door so we meet up out front to keep our social distance and play with the dogs and I chat with the neighbors from across the yard and that pretty much satisfies my need for interaction. I do miss visits from my BFF though, phone conversations and texting doesn't really fill that void.
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