We hadn’t seen the kids since mid-March, but terrific daughter Elisabeth had added two cloth masks to an order she’d made for her and George Three.
So over they came over for a drop-off so my dear wife Karen and I would have them for our essential (and sparing) trips to the grocery and pharmacy. Yes, it was time to replace the paper masks. They’d served well but had been worn enough.
We stood for our chat in the backyard, playing by the rules.
OK, cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle did go up to both of them for a quick pet before retreating to her six feet away.