Looking out my Backdoor: Merry Christmas
Last updated 12/24/2020 at 9:02am
The phone rings. I grab my mask with one hand and the phone with the other. “Merry Christmas.”
My new habit. Masking has become automatic. Before I leave the house I grab a mask, even if I’m going to the clothesline, expecting to see not one other person. I go masked. Just in case.
I’m locked and loaded. In the holsters on the belt around my waist, a spray bottle of disinfectant rides on one hip and extra masks, gloves and a tape measure for distance — OK, the tape measure is a joke — and hand sanitizer on the other.
Overkill? Now that is an interesting word. So, yes, I’...