evidence: I do not enjoy wearing masks. But I’m immunocompromised, so it’s a necessity. I’ve had to make negotiations and concessions with myself to return to some pre-pandemic activities, and going to the gym is a nonnegotiable. If you happen to be at an LA Fitness or a YMCA in the greater Pittsburgh metropolitan area, you just might see me, playing ball or doing curls with a mask. And you will know that it’s me, because I am the only person younger than Methuselah with one on. [...] A predictable outcome of the pandemic is the gradual erosion of my concern about whether other people mask. In the spring of 2021, after I got the vaccines and started doing things indoors around strangers again, masks were a necessity. If I walked into a place and the majority of people did not have them, I walked out. Now, with few exceptions — I still ask my barber and Uber drivers to mask — I just don’t care as much about what everyone else does. If I allowed other people’s feelings about masks to dictate my activity now, I’d never leave the house.