I’m still mask conflicted..
I hate wearing one for many, many reasons.
I wear one anyway for reasons discussed previously.
I have been wearing a clear plastic, complete face shield for teaching, it makes my forehead sweaty. It’s very hot in there. It clearly shows the fine mist/spray I create when talking. It’s revolting. I would not have said that I was more spitty or dribbly than anyone else, but, really, who would say that? As a result of this spit spray evidence, I am now of the mind that I will always wear a mask when teaching. I will always want people serving me food to wear a mask.
People, we are repulsive. I wonder that we haven’t wiped ourselves out before now.
I hit a new mask low last week. I had to share my mask with a dog.
I don’t entirely buy into the notion that dog owners are dog parents, but, if they are, this dog is my dog nephew. Puppy of Goodly’s dog Winnie the Cockerpoo
As I greeted him he ran off with my mask. He did give it back.
Later I had to wear it to get into my studio building, I sprayed it with alcohol rub, I quietened myself with the dubious notion that dog mouths are marginally less revolting than a human one, but I still shudder slightly at the thought.
Could I have claimed an exemption?
If it should happen again, I’ll give it a go.
fat tart 