I’ve been wearing house slippers for long enough that the simple act of not wearing them feels perverse. Walking through the house wearing the same boots I stomp around in outside, what are you, nuts?! Surely there’s a bundle of germy behaviors I engage in on a daily basis that could be easily remedied (and might even be technically less sanitary than wearing shoes around the house), I’m just saying that wearing my outdoor shoes indoors is a habit I’ve broken for so long now that to do otherwise would simply feel wrong, like writing with your other hand. It’s not good for the floors, after all. And as we’ve had nothing to do over the last year but examine the myriad ways we could conceivably contract and spread harmful bacteria and viruses, it’s been difficult not to think about, really.