My wife had a one-day follow-up appointment with her ophthalmologist today following cataract surgery. I drove her down from our home in a small town not far North of Washington, D.C. since we're trying to avoid riding the Washington Metro because of the COVID-19 pandemic. The doctor's office is in a building in Chevy Chase, Maryland, just a couple of blocks from the boundary between Maryland and the District of Columbia. That intersection—where Wisconsin Avenue meets Western Avenue—is typically jammed with pedestrians and cars during the middle of the day. Today, with many of the retail stores and all the restaurants closed (except for carry-out orders) ... well, let's say for the first time ever we had no difficulty whatsoever finding a parking spot on the street.