Lynn Enright: I dream about being at dinner parties in friends’ houses

It’s been almost a year since I had anyone over for dinner. It was a Sunday afternoon, in late February 2020, when I last prepared a meal for anyone who is not closely related to me. That day, as I listened to the news about coronavirus, I chopped parsley and baked a cake and set the table and opened a bottle of wine. I made sure that the bathroom was clean and that the pile...