Hi, well, I think I'm about the same. Since we packed our oddly behaving digital scale off to the Goodwill and the new one has not arrived yet, I can't catch the point-2 changes I've been tracking in the past. I have access to a rather vague old-fashioned scale with a dial, and think it says exactly the same as last week. The new scale should arrive sometime in this week, and then I can see changes more clearly -- I need those decimals because it's almost never even as much as a pound up or down of late. (And I have to say, with all the quarantine-based changes in my activity level, it's actually not a bad thing to be the same -- it beats gaining.) I saw something in an article about Covid-19 where someone joked that by the time the quarantine was over we'd all be fat alcoholics. I've never been at risk of the latter, but I'll be glad to dodge the fat bullets if I can.
We had one social event this last week, the first since we began quarantining in March (except going to my sister's and sitting in the back yard on Mother's Day with my mom). My uncle had a birthday, and my husband kind of rashly asked him and my aunt over to have drinks, which they had to change to earlier in the day so we made it "coffee." I think the two men were just impatient with being shut in, so they took it into their own hands. When someone comes over for coffee at 1 pm, it seems like you have to assume they might not have had lunch yet, and you are sort of obligated to provide something to eat along with just coffee, either a sweet thing or little cocktail sandwiches or something, Naturally, my husband didn't think about this at all (and wondered why I even felt obliged). I put on gloves and prepped a big tray of tiny sandwiches and dished up some ramekins of grapefruit wedges, and hoped for the best. We all stayed masked except when eating, and I had all the windows open, and we mostly stayed 6 feet apart, and it was nice to have them over. But if someone gets sick this week, it's going to be one of those "who gave it to whom?" things. (And for what? Just to have a cup of coffee?) It's just so hard to tell what's safe.
Our little suburban town held a protest march, and four thousand people showed up, which is about a fifth of the population. When they reached City Hall, the police took a knee with the crowd. This is a very middle-class or even slightly wealthy suburban place, not totally lily-white but our biggest minority groups are Asian, with a relatively small amount of African Americans. I NEVER would have guessed the inhabitants (especially the white ones) had much of a sense of social justice. The march was organized by a young woman still of college age who went to high school here, and it just gives me so much hope that the kids will get it right where their parents and grandparents were OK just riding along with the status quo and not seeing the inequities. Cross fingers for that.
Have a great week!