What We Miss When We’re Masked

A few months into the coronavirus pandemic, I started seeing a new physical therapist for my cranky back. His name is Matt. Matt wears khaki pants and favors quasi-athletic, cushioned loafers. He loves football. His grandfather was an accomplished cellist. He and his wife have a new baby daughter, and their toddler, a spirited girl with red hair just like her dad’s, is having a little trouble adjusting to the new member of their family, but they’re all hanging in there. ….[READ]