Going on 3 weeks since I quit tobacco and I can smell everything. From distances. Every time Beest digs in the catbox. Every time the wind shifts and blows through the vegetable garden. Everything I cook or even when the refrigerator is opened. Everything smells. Detergents are vile-scented. I'm seriously considering going back to Ivory Snow, at least it didn't make me nauseous. I dread seeing one friend who wears way too much scent- even when I was smoking it could make me gag. Right now I may throw up on her shoes. Hoping the olfactory calms down, as there are many smells around and not all very nice.
Stevil, alas, is sick. No birthday party tomorrow. I'm glad I didn't cook ahead of time, and there's room in the freezer. We'll reschedule once he gets better. Sleep, Bunky!
Speaking of smells...
Here's something that stinks out loud... why? why? why?
There are plenty of smells at rock festivals
This definitely does not stink; someone is posting Greg Lake's nearly-a capella vocal tracks from classic ELP & King Crimson recordings on YT. Here's "Epitaph"
Why California is stinking
Some of this probably stinks but it's beautiful anyway:
And with that, I'm off to start dinner. Chicken breast in a progressive tomato gravy I've been working up over the week. Hope your day doesn't stink.
ETA: I had to add this, it's just too perfectly typical:
There Ya Gogh!
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