Finally my brand of crazy is trending. FoMo was fear of missing out. Coveting curated gatherings and not being included. Never had FoMo.

In the time of Corona, it’s more typical to have FoGo. Fear of going out. Always my default, now there’s a good excuse. Lots of kindred friends.

Masks are claustrophobic, but being near non-mask wearers even scarier. It’s not necessarily a good thing. But. It’s a bit of a relief not to feel guilty about staying put. Still wish it were a choice.