Luckily we actually have some P95 respirators on hand as the local stores are all but sold out. Mme Awesome had already left for a bike trip to an appointment by the time they’d been found; since we have some errands that way anyway, I met her in the bus to avoid more maskless riding.

Out on the streets, most folks are not wearing. At the Saturday farmer market, more had than didn’t. Demographics and location I guess.

I’m grateful for it: I can tell I’m breathing in more particulate when I need to lift it for whatever reason. No gum chewing though, as that breaks the seal unfortunately.