After spending two days with my aunt in Hospice in San Luis Obispo, I was on a red-eye from Phoenix to Charlotte last Friday morning. I'd say at least 90% of the folks at the terminal were masked, and I think all the passengers on my flight were compliant.

Or kind of compliant. Meaning covering their mouths but not their noses. Which as far as I'm concerned is about 2% better than no mask at all.

We can't win, Roz. "Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain."