The handkerchief I wear tied over the lower half of my face compresses my nose, flattening it out a little, and making it kind of tough to breathe nasally. I have to adjust the mask periodically if I talk, too, which makes me very self-conscious of how close my hands are to my face.
We walk down the widest street in our neighborhood, on sidewalks twice as big as any of the others, and easily keep the now regulation six feet between us and other folks out walking like us just before sunset.
"All sidewalks should be this big," I tell Katie, and she agrees.
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