In Diary of a Wimpy Kid, the kids develop a game around a piece of moldy cheese on the school playground. If someone touches it, they get an invisible disease like the cooties and to get rid of it, they have to touch another kid, who then become the host of the vile and dreaded “cheese touch.”

The state parks of New Jersey opened up this weekend. We ventured out early on Sunday to one that we considered particularly remote and unexciting. We put on masks when we came close to another group of people, but we were the only. people walking around with on and off masks. They passed us on narrow paths breathing their foul germs on us, and I was grossed out.

And angry. Yes, I was angry at those people who couldn’t be bothered to put a mask on their face as they passed me on a trail. What was wrong with them? It’s not that difficult.

When will I stop looking at non-family members as disgusting virus generators? It will be a long time. Right now, they all have the Cheese Touch in my mind.

If all those people were flouting social distancing in my population dense and hard hit state, then we’re screwed. The rates will go back up again. And my parents will be in danger. We’ll blow by that 100,000 death count in a few weeks.

We’re getting better at amusing ourselves without our usual weekend amusements. On Saturday, Steve and I got dressed up. I actually put on a dress. It was a casual one, but it was fancier than I’ve gotten in ages. Steve put on a nice shirt. And we went for a drive in his convertible. A date night for a social distant world. We’re so easily amused these days.

Other things that made us happy this weekend included a new expanded garden, a lovely take out dinner, and a social distanced backyard cocktail with a couple of friends. Next up, a blog post with some links.