It’s a little after 5 p.m. on a Friday. The clinic is empty and silent, smelling faintly of isopropyl alcohol and cavi-wipes, unreflective of the week’s woes. There are no patients I need to gently remind to please pull up their mask so that it covers their nose and mouth fully. No technicians in muffled mask voices calling out for their patients in a large socially distanced lobby. I cannot tell that I had four call-outs today and ended up working a uveitis clinic that morning and a refractive session that afternoon.