I was halfway out the door last week, off to hit the grocery store, when I remembered I needed to answer an email. I sat back down to type out a reply, then got sucked into another task, and probably worked for an extra half hour. Only once I was ready to leave for real did I notice I’d never taken off my mask.
We’ve known life with face coverings since last summer, and over the last few months, the practice has started to feel somewhat automatic — it isn’t enjoyable, by any means, but at least it isn’t too annoying. We’re used to them. A colleague of mine told me that when he picks his daughters up from school, he has to remind them to take their masks off in the car.