Thank You, Covid!

My sense of smell is still broken

Photo by Braydon Anderson on Unsplash

I walk into the store and smell fresh-baked treats and coffee and then rotten potatoes. I had a tiny whiff of normalcy, just long enough to make me realize how horrible the scent prison I am living in is. Rotten potatoes. That is how my brain chooses to interpret the smells around me. Rotten. Potatoes.