I’ve always been lost without my calendar.  I make a note of bulk pick-up day. I tickler follow-ups in case business e-mail goes unanswered. And count backwards from every due date or arrival time to make sure I can make it.

But till COVID, I was never much for counting forward. Maybe it’s the catastrophizer in me, but even the briefest encounter with a mask-less face, and I scramble to remember today’s date and secretly add the number 14.