I don’t know about you, but I wonder when I’ll go to the grocery store and not wear a face mask. As it is, I feel I'm braving the wild, wild west, gathering food for my family on my little outings. Today at Walmart it is a little past 7 a.m. I go early to avoid the crowds, to shop in a cleaner store. I’m buying flannel for Dax’s blanket. I go straight there, so excited to see if by chance they have the pale blue I want for the back. Two beautiful brown women are there, one is