Thursday, September 10, 2020
I went out for a walk at lunchtime yesterday, just to get my mask off my face for a short time. I meandered through some of the back streets of St. John's Wood and came across a corner grocery with masks of a different sort outside the door. Some of them are a little worse for wear, aren't they? Poor Prince Charles seems especially stale, but the Queen isn't much better.
It feels so good to take my mask off after a day of work. I'm sure everyone can relate to this. A colleague of mine calls the feeling "airgasm."
Our library policies are continuing to evolve. The original plan for middle school students was for them to reserve books online, then we would check them out and a librarian would deliver them to the kids' classrooms. Well, book delivery is turning out to be a bit difficult and time-consuming, so now the proposal is to have the kids come to my desk to pick them up. I'm ambivalent about this, given that it puts me face-to-face with a lot more students! (Albeit briefly and with plastic shields around my desk.) I'm most disturbed because it seems to break the "bubbles" that ideally keep kids relatively protected within smaller groups, in case someone comes down with Covid.
I think we need to talk about it a little more.
Sigh. I hate this friggin' virus.