This triggered a memory of the pandemic. My fitness job morphed into deep cleaning. The smell of bleach and disinfectant through masks. On my way home I would stop at the grocery store, looking for inspiration. Once home, I would drop my clothes in the laundry room as if I was contaminated. A long, hot shower ensued. Cooking was my escape. Too much food and wine became a nightly coping strategy. Hope we never go back there. Fought my way back to olfactory pleasure. Your piece stirred up that memory. Enjoying your writing.