With my wife and me both working mostly from home, our wardrobe requirements have been curtailed, and my laundry burden has been commensurately reduced. I’d say the volume is down maybe 10-15%.
During the few months our kids were required to school at home, the reduction was even more dramatic. I actually did the math based on basket count and number of loads, and the average decrease week-to-week was just shy of a full third, 33%.
Our dishwasher, on the other hand, doesn’t know what hit it.
The mask mandate has allowed me to go out in public unshaven for quite a long time. No one can tell! I can report that I am now somewhat beyond the “homeless bum” look and approaching the benevolent “Santa Claus” look, just in time for the holidays! 
I was a nail biter, but can’t do that with COVID (also possibly a by-product of not having to sit in long meetings in person with nothing to do), so my nails have grown out! I watched YouTube videos on how to shape them and put on nail polish, and I’m actually kinda good at doing different designs! My nails are pretty!
People’s seeming inability to wear masks properly has given us the terms “dicknose” and “dicknosing,” which I quite enjoy.
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Today the pandemic gave us one of those bizarre sights that will stick with you in memory for a long time.
We went for a walk that took us past the main spectator entrance to Lingfield Park racecourse. No spectators allowed, of course, but horse racing continues for TV and other reasons (to life’s certainties of death and taxes, you can add gambling).
COVID safe routing - one way systems in stores and so forth - is something we’re all used to; but of course it applies to horses (or at least the jockeys on them) as well. As we strolled past the entrance, just after a race had finished, a line of socially distanced horses (presumably following an unused spectator route) each carrying a dutifully masked jockey, filed past us, just behind the entrance and less than ten yards from the road where we stood.
Weird.
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