Pizza time

Happy Mothers Day to all you other mothers out there.  I hope it was a pleasant day for you.  I went out for pizza with family.  Carry out of course.  We went to Blaze Pizza, a new experience for me.  As my son explained it to me, as we were on our way, it's like Subway, but for pizzas.  Each of us ordered our own "build your own" eight inch pizza.  It was wonderful.  I could order exactly the toppings I wanted - light on the tomato sauce, two kinds of cheese, pepperoni and bacon, mushrooms, black olives, green peppers and a drizzle of olive oil.  I got a little giddy with all the choices but that may have been because this is the first time I have eaten any kind of retaurant food for at least seven weeks.  I don't mind my own cooking but it was nice to have a change.  I was a little surprised though by the fact that I was the only person in the place (including four workers and the five family members I was with) who was wearing a mask.  I felt a little like Rip Van Winkle.  Maybe I had slept too long and the whole coronavirus pandemic had just magically gone away.  But no, there were still marks on the floor telling us to stay six feet apart.  This new normal is going to take some getting used to.  By the way, I've decided to keep wearing a mask for a long time to come, not only because I'm in that over 70 high risk broup but also because I've realized that it covers half the wrinkles on my face, conceals my aging chin line and eliminates the need to wear make-up.  Talk about a win-win situation.