If you are busy, I have to assume that you are vaccinated and have your "pass to freedom."
I'm a super-spreader for Christ. I go where I want! I go where I want! (I only want to go where I'm supposed to go, and Divinely-programmed nanotech-inoculating particles follow in my wake. I'm like Johnny Appleseed, except without the alcoholism and fearsome overbite.
We all have our roles to play on God's green Earth. Yours is apparently to huddle in a bubble of mandatory/regulatory fear. Sounds tedious, I'm not going to lie, but on the bright side you have your whole life ahead of you.
In other words, I've been completely unaffected by every single restriction that the covid-19 event has brought to the populace, other than the requirement to occasionally wear a mask so as to appear in compliance. Really, it's just been another opportunity to accessorize my wardrobe. I've got a n95 particular mask that I've been carrying around for an emergency wrapped around the gear shift in my car with the letters H-O-A-X printed on it in red sharpie, and a black and white bandana covered stars.
They see me coming a mile away. Back in February when the first reports of SARS-CoV2 (Remember that one?) spreading in North America appeared, the first case was up north of me about 15 miles. At that point the entire world had already been infected, but they weren't telling people that.
I haven't gotten sick or washed my hands even once ever since. My hand to God.