Spanish views from a small town

I'm getting paranoid about supplies. Back when we were told that we were going to be shut up in our houses, I went on a shopping spree, and bought, at the least, two weeks worth of supplies. The freezer was full of meat and fish, we had enough bottled water, and milk. There was enough olive oil and coffee, and the cats had enough to keep them busy. As supplies wore down, I went on short trips to the local supermarkets to restock. I was never without two weeks worth in the back room, freezer, and fridge. More than anything, because that was the time we would probably be holed up at home if either of us got sick with the devil virus, and we didn't want to be any trouble to anyone. As the lockdown began easing up, and the contagion kept going down, I became a little lax. Some supplies dwindled down to a week's worth. Others stayed strong. And then, last week, I was expecting that my husband would be paid. He wasn't. So, on Saturday, my shopping day, I only bought c...