We ate out INSIDE a restaurant last weekend. It was weird. I kept looking at the woman seated at the next table over, facing me and directly in front of me, if a good 8-10 feet away.
All I could think was that I was breathing in the same air she was exhaling. Of course I told myself that everywhere you go, you breath in other people’s breath, that it mixes with other air, that I’d been doing this my entire life, and I am fully vaccinated. It still felt somehow wildly and dangerously promiscuous.
I fully expect to get over this, in the mean time, the transition from self-isolation to full participation is interesting.