Remember that scene in Shawshank Redemption when the warden opens the solitary confinement door, and Andy squints against the blinding light? That was me the other day when I stepped outside and saw the Amazon delivery guy. “Ehhh ehhh,” I said, the isolation of Phase 3 clearly having impacted my language skills. The chicken wing, lodged between my teeth, serving as both snack and toothpick, didn’t help my soft palette. The driver eyed the grass, to avoid my mouth appendage, I