We went out today as we do nearly every day, despite retirement, for one thing or another. We have been beset upon by the medicos. Seems like all the doctors we have met over the last five years got together one weekend and had a meeting where it was resolved that during this May, they all should scan, test, palpate and sample whatever first came to mind in light of their special knowledge. So . . . we have been meekly accepting their ministrations, rather than present complications for them as I did back when I was a man.
Anyhow, masks were worn by all at the hospital. No surprise there. At all the other locations we visited, no masks.
I think we’re done.