Due to my own lack of executive function I had to rapidly switch from taking apart a 4 lb sockeye for the BBQ tomorrow to taking my son to piano lessons, and as I'm now sitting at the bar waiting for the lesson to end I'm *acutely* aware that I smell strongly like raw, high quality fish.
The best part is I'm sitting next to two business bros who wear big watches and they're doing some sort of interview thing where they complain about the modern work ethic. It's definitely distracting them.