masks, type 1

Masks, type 1 - we have, really, three tiers of face covering.  There are these bandanas, worn wound our necks when we go out for a walk round here, and pulled up over our noses and mouths if we pass anyone.  Around 80% of people wear some sort of mask - which makes our morning and evening walks sound crowded: let's say it's about 6 people per 10,000 steps.  But these were instantly washed, this morning, since we passed a Maskless Cyclist who Coughed (not, I think, a sinister cough.  But still).  Then type 2 are the hook-over-your-ears kind, to be worn on more formal/public occasions - like someone from Arable, the neighborhood restaurant, putting our dinner into the remotely opened trunk of the car.  Take your pick - I have a ridiculously large collection, given that I might have occasion to put one of these on once a week - everything from Japanese-style Liberty prints to tabby, with whiskers.  Then, type 3, is the full-on N95 (with a type 2 on top of it) - that's for the monthly trip to Whole Foods (and no, they don't deliver out here, to the wilds).  I'll try for a selfie of Me as Tabby Cat, one day when I'm bored ...