I chinstrap on my afternoon dog walk (this is uphill, the pooch preferring level ground of a morning) unless I see folks approaching, because I grow short of breath on a grade. There’s a right-wing meme going around to the effect that those of us who, having endured the course of vaccinations, persist in going about with our faces covered are “virtue signaling.” Me, the only signal I’m conveying is “we’re not out of the woods yet.” Once we are, I’ll be grateful to breathe freely.

cordially,