I used to wear a mask while walking through hallways and up and down staircases to get to the communal laundry room of my apartment building. I carried disposable gloves for touching anything that could be touched by someone else. I frequently brought disinfectant wipes for cleaning machine lids, coin push trays, and folding surfaces.
Thinking back, I smile about the days of 2020 when nobody knew what to do.
It’s now July 2021 and I did laundry this week. I didn’t wear a mask. I didn’t bring gloves. I didn’t disinfect anything. Instead, between washing machine and dryer trips, I reentered my apartment and washed my hands.