Now, I pursue the ritual washing of lemons, cucumbers, and radishes in soapy water, wiping down the mail slot and doorknobs with clorox and letting the mail sit for a day. It’s hard to concentrate on much else, even on days when I promise me to stop listening to the stories about the new evil—and the valiant work of our heroes. Ordinary people coming together is heartening. That some don’t feel this urge is disheartening.