I can smell things! Just a little, but it IS coming back, o joy. My house does not smell unclean, I am happy to report. Feliway is working SO well.
I am tired. Worked today for the first time in two weeks following this flu from hell. Up at four in the morning, rather than waking naturally. Home by seven pm. Tried to write, couldn’t. Too stupid tonight. Instead, I had pasta that I made a few days ago (but first smelled today, and it was GOOD), and now I’m going to bed. At 8:24pm. Life in the fast lane.
A sneak preview of the sweater I’m working on now:
It’s a pattern I’m copying from a Norwegian sweater my mother had made for her in Norway in the 60s. So far so good. It’s really unnerving, though, to look down on my couch and see a disembodied sleeve lying there, a replica of the sleeves that have always been attached to the sweater that my mother has worn for the thirty-five years I’ve known her. It’s like the sweater broke.
To bed. I wish you a good night.
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