It's hump day: who has a mask?

Yes, it's Wednesday.  Day 40.  That's the way I'm counting it.  You can do your own count.

Hump day.  Sure it is.  But that hump seems a lot less important when you can't tell Wednesday from Saturday. 

Remember the day when wearing a mask meant you were going in to rob a place?

No more.  They are more of the norm.

Almost.

Saturday morning I made our traditional trip to the local bagel shop.  I wore a mask.  All the workers wore masks. 

But most of the customers didn't!!!  Mostly 20-something males -- you know, the kind of people who survive everything.  Right? 

But back to masks.

I saw one yesterday I wanted: it had Sponge Bob and Patrick on it!  :)

This is a thing.  You go on the internet (see yesterday on shopping therapy) and you have no trouble finding all kinds of patterns.  My daughter has a Gryffindor mask (nerd!).  [if you have to ask what that is, you slept through a whole generation of pop culture inculcation]

One local business has transitioned into making masks.  These have a special filter inside. 

Lots of people have sewed their own with all kinds of patterns.  My son has one, given by work, that's an American flag.  Just because, you know.

Of course, you never know when you might want or need a camo one. :).

Masks.  I won't go all profound here about the new thing of us all wearing masks -- a new metaphor for hiding our real selves -- but we might all need masks as identifying, or worrying about, those who have the virus.  We all go out with masks (unless you're a 20-something male) and wonder who without one, or even with one, might be carrying Covid.  How long before those who have had it are identified somehow to all of us? 

Maybe not. 

But we'll have masks to keep us safe.