Being over 65, I was able to get COVID vaccinations in January. After two shots of Pfizer, I breathed a deep sigh of relief and, over time, haltingly returned to “normalcy.” I also began forgetting to take my mask on occasion when I went out — another sign of relief.
Reality being what it is though, that limited normalcy was short-lived given the arrival of the Delta variant (which some here in Florida call the DeSantis Deviant).
Masking became SOP again. That was ok; I have a most fashionable mask made by my neighbor, Fran (and now a bag to go with it!).
On a Friday, two weeks ago, I attended an art opening, masked except when eating noshes or sipping wine. I was delighted to see several similarly-vaccinated friends there and left after