Masking Up Again

The only condition for visiting a friend this morning was that masks had to be worn inside the house because of some recent surgery she had, and an abundance of caution.

It felt weird putting on and wearing a mask for the first time in two years, but I kind of expected that when I heard that it would be required.

What I didn’t expect was what came after I’d put it on. So many bad memories and the overall bad vibe of the covid era came rushing back, until the only good thing about covering my face was that it kept it warm on a windy and cold Spring morning.

Even though I’ve never contracted covid, memories of that period are not fun. Those were very dark times indeed.