I got sick. Fortunately, it felt more like an annoying-flu-thing rather than a lethal-pandemic-thing. But the sickness surprised me, sneaking past my shelter-in-place defenses. These days, I hardly interact with people face-to-face. But I do some: bought some tea at a near-empty store; talked with the apartment maintenance guy about a lock not working. In the future, I guess mail-order tea will suffice.
I hardly interact with people these days, but could do less (will do less, internet tea should be fine). San Francisco's kept its pandemic infection rate from surging, but hasn't reduced it—just held it level.
That flu reached me. In theory, most folks are being careful and that flu should never have spread anywhere near me; but in practice, that flu reached me.
I guess I'll be more careful.