Like many New Yorkers, I’ve been in self-quarantine with part of my extended family (wife, son, pregnant daughter-in-law, two grandchildren and adult daughter) for almost five weeks.  We are at our house on Long Island where we work in our makeshift offices, cook, clean and babysit.  No outsiders are allowed in the residence; we make trips to the farm stand, grocery and wine store twice a week, swathed in facemasks and ...