At least I wasn't wearing a face mask

So There I Was, opening the family's mail in less than my usual fashion. I was standing outdoors in our driveway, by the mailbox, wearing thin, disposable rubber gloves, a wastebasket at my side—throwing out every piece of junk mail without even bothering to open it. Well, that last part is my usual fashion. But the gloves and the outdoor setting—no. (At least I wasn't wearing a face mask.)

My son walked over to me. He patted me on the shoulder, shook his head, and said, "Mom, I think you're taking this anthrax thing a little too seriously."

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