My former consort and I watched Eddington the other night, and while it’s a mess, it’s a mesmerizing mess. Especially as a reminder of just how crazy lockdown was early in #Trumpandemic: Masks made everyone nuts as they were trapped at home (while essential workers kept calm and carried on). Along with the uncertainty, everyone was also packing on the L.B.s from stress-eating and boredom and lack of exercise. Which is how I got sucked into baking weekly for a free-lunch program, as a way to scratch the baking itch but not wear the consequences. Every Thursday I would churn out at least two dozen cookies to bag up and seal with “Bakers Trust” labels. I swore I would never quit until I could find someone to replace me, but after five long years I had to acknowledge: Nothing is immune from the saddest COVID-in-America rule — what didn’t kill us made us meaner.