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I’m not sure whether it was the three days of fatigue or the fact that I’d already been out of the house once with a mask on, but the moment I suited up to get the grocery errand done I could hear my pulse beating in my ears behind the active noise cancelation of the AirPods. The trip itself was something of a blur, with an almost-meltdown at the self-checkout because of the pressure of feeling watched by impatient people waiting their turn. Once I got out of the parking lot, I took the mask off and let it dangle from my hand for the walk home. Of course, I forgot rice milk, which will make me sad, angry, and frustrated with myself within a day or two.