A note to the Morning Mothers Hiking Group, who I see every day on my walk with Hazel: I see the five of you walking close to each other at the top end of the trolley trail, so it does absolutely no good to form into Quarantine Mode, drift apart, and pull the collar of your expensive hiking shirt up over your nose as you pass me by. Each one of your shiny families is a disease vector, and I’m positive your bratty kids are running around the neighborhood together hastening the spread of the virus from family to family. Protecting yourself from my germs won’t do you a bit of good.