I too switched to online grocery delivery when Covid hit (Kroger) and never looked back. Online grocery shopping is convenient, kind of fun, and cheaper (cheaper for me than Publix, who raised their prices higher than Kroger recently). Whenever I think of something I want, I just add it to my cart during the week and have the completed order delivered on the weekend. Easy-peasy.
My youngest daughter’s boyfriend and his 5 cats moved in with us just after Covid subsided (he didn’t have a great home life, and my daughter said “pretty please?”). He didn’t have a car, so I gave him full use of my car (he helps with some utility bills and chores, so I figured that was fair), and I bought a slightly snazzier, cheap used car.
I needed a snazzier car because my 2 daughters convinced me to try online dating and I didn’t want to pick up dates in my ugly, old minivan. I went on a few dates, and got that out of my system, realizing after being on my own for so many years after my divorce, I was pretty set in my lone-wolf ways (like a 66-year-old Marlon Brando, in Wild One). 
6 cats (boyfriend’s 5 and my 1) are all the company I need…and catnip from Kroger is cheaper than steak from Ruth’s Chris. Actually, 6 cats are more than enough company for me—the little bastards are always stealing my food, right from my plate, when I have my head turned. 6 cats working in concert are very conniving indeed. They stole a whole Rock Cornish hen from my plate just last week before I took my first bite. It was just a pile of bones when I found it.
So, now I have two cars and hardly drive either one of them. In fact, the battery in my new car went dead twice in the past 6 months from disuse. Most places I want to go, my daughter and/or her boyfriend want to go too, so I just go with them (they’re always parked behind me in the driveway and it’s too much trouble getting my snazzy car out).
I should get rid of at least one of my cars. On the other hand, if during a major hurricane, my daughter gets pissed off at me before evacuating, she might just say, “you’re on your own Pops”, as she, her boyfriend, and the 6 cats drive off into the sunset, leaving me blowing in the wind.