I continue to check my little dashboard of San Francisco COVID numbers each morning to figure out whether going into the supermarket to pick out the best avocado is worth the risk or will be an embarrassing thing to explain to the medical professionals treating my long-COVID-induced dementia.
Lately, all the SF numbers have looked pretty-safe. (I blogged a few weeks ago when the numbers, overall, looked safe enough to me such that I resumed going inside public places. At the time, the SF COVID-in-wastewater numbers still looked kinda high, but the other numbers reassured me. Now, all the numbers I track look good to me.)
I'm running out of excuses to procrastinate on some of my gnarlier errands.
