Yeah. Well. Didn't go exactly as planned. The 'back door' has gone "Associates ONLY" ... so I trekked around to the front door. The 'bouncers' were directing traffic -- ensuring that the IN door was for ingress, and the OUT door for egress ... pretty much. There were a few 'violators'. "Sir! Sir!" ... The old dude just waved 'em off like they were crazy standing there in their compliant, but TOTALLY ineffective masks trying to tell him which door to use. I went on in, wearing my grin, and headed back for Sporting Goods and Automotive departments. One little girl, about 8 or 9, wearing a mask, with her dad, wearing a mask, recoiled in fear as I approached their illusory safe zone. I just kept grinning. Anyway. I survived. Got the stuff I wanted. Then stopped by a local market for some live minnows to put in my new aerated bucket. Got near the register and started counting 12" floor tiles -- One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Si... couldn't back up any farther. Oh well. Erbody laughed. No masks in the house. Unfortunately the rain set in before I could do any fish harvesting. Dammit. And to think ... All this while I recover from The Invisible Enemy. Not bad for a young, old, useless BOOMER. Declared to the fam a couple of weeks ago, "Give me Liberty, or give me COVID-19." . . . MAYBE I'll get both. Ready to keep fighting. WWG1WGA ... EVER VIGILANT!