anniversary celebration in the time of covid 19

So when your twenty-third wedding anniversary comes around during the enforced isolation and social distancing of COVID-19, what do you do?

Well, since you can't go out to dinner anywhere, you review your options for getting good take-out. It turns out you can't get dinner at The Blue Point Grill, since it's closed until further notice, as is the Stage Left Restaurant, so you call up your next favorite, the Trattoria Procaccini. They're open for take out, and when you try to make an order on the Tuesday for the following Friday, they get all flustered and assure you that you won't have any problem placing the order on Friday.

So on Friday, you're extra hungry early, and you call up and place the order and drive to Princeton to pick it up. You emerge from the car with a bandanna wrapped around your face as a mask, and with plastic gloves on, and endure the slightly worried looks of the cooking staff in the otherwise-abandoned front-of-house.

You pack both bags into the car (there are only two orders; it took two bags?), you hustle home to find The Excellent Wife (TEW) has completely cleared the kitchen table, and put out good china and silver and a candle (you can't use the dining room because that's been turned into your office-away-from-the-office because you're working from home these days). You eat wonderful food, and rejoice in one another's company, and count your blessings, such as they are. (You also complain about your relatives and make prediction about the dire fates sure to befall them; gossip about friends; count the days until retirement; make secret plans together that neither of you will tell anyone else.)

Then you take the anniversary picture yourself (that's usually done by a waiter at the place you've gone to dinner) with your selfie camera, and decide that the picture is better done by somebody else.