We ride through the cold night, gray snow lingering in the bike lanes, toward a private yurt nestled next to a sprawling Southeast Portland warehouse and our first proper date night in nearly a year. As we lock up our bikes, a masked figure emerges from a dark doorway, digital thermometer in hand: The dreaded temperature check, a process that seemed like pure sci-fi a year ago, but one we’ve grown used to since sending our kids back to daycare six months ago.
We hold our breath.