The place where I am working is an old stone mansion, set in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania. The doors are all the original wooden doors, with ridiculously small ornamental doorknobs.
In most buildings, I can touch the doors in such a way as to minimize contact with it, and minimize the transfer of disease-causing germs. But in this old mansion, I must make full contact with the doorknob with a tentacle, and twist and turn it while pushing until the door opens. It’s a great way to get more exposure to germs, and it has worked. Now I am sick. And I still have to work.