Elise, masked....

At the start of the pandemic, nobody knew what to do. And then information started trickling out—but I had already booked an afternoon to tickle Elise, and she said, "We'll both wear masks," which worked out fine, because I (mostly) don't show faces anyway. And I took my brand-new portable stocks out to her house, and we threw open all the windows, and I put her feet up on the back of a chair in her kitchen, and then I tickled her until she was thrashing her head back and forth! Just like we're supposed to do.