I have lost my sense of smell. It’s the weirdest thing. I mean, I’ve lost some smelling ability before, when stuffed up. But right now, between stuffed up sessions, I’m completely clear and can’t smell ANYTHING.
And my superpower is my sense of smell. I can smell cigarette smoke from the car in front of me on the freeway. That is not an exaggeration. My super-nose is usually irritating. The smell of coffee actually wakes
me up from two rooms away because it’s so annoyingly strong. But now I
would like to use my powers for good and I can’t. I can’t smell perfume, even when my nose is not running. I can’t smell Tiger Balm. Things one should always be able to smell.
It will come back, right? Right? I mean, the strongest perfume I have, held to a perfectly clear nostril (thanks, Zyrtec and Flonase!), and NOTHING. It’s kind of scary.
And at the same time, I’m fighting the battle of the cat pee. I think we’re winning — the Feliway seems to be helping, and I moved things around — the couch they were peeing on (now cleaned) into the front sunporch, where Digit likes to hang out. Digit is good with the peeing and hasn’t marked the wrong spot in years. Thank god. So I don’t think he’ll be tempted to mark. But right now I can’t find where the little cats are peeing, if they are, and I’m completely let down by my broken schnozz.
I’m a little worried that this new pretty configuration of furniture in our house would not be so pretty if I could smell. It DOES smell nice, doesn’t it? (And Lala’s superpower is to make BART leave — her sense of smell is not so great for some reason, so she’s not much help there.)
But I’ll show you what I moved around.
There used to be a small sofa where the chairs are, a sofa I bought on Craigslist probably seven years ago and haven’t been able to sit on for two years because that’s where Clara liked to chew her kongs and deposit her fur and drool. No more of that.
But what’s that in the far, far right of the picture?
Oh, it’s just dead Clara. So sad.
More dead animals. (I hope other people make that joke. Otherwise I just sound creepy. They’re alive. But sleeping. If you know what I mean.)
Willie ALWAYS falls asleep like this. BONUS: Little Miss Idaho in background. New couch-cover courtesy of Target sale (also the fabulous pillow on the green chair which rings the same bell in my head).
Okay. Now I will rest. I might have done too much for a recovering Rachael today. Oh well. The other day, while still VERY sick with the flu, I made artichokes, a buttermilk pie, chocolate cupcakes, and a spicy garlic/olive pasta. I couldn’t stop talking, even when it was midnight and Lala was trying to go to sleep. Even though my throat was sore and I had coughing fits. I finally realized I’d taken Sudafed that morning, so basically I was ON SPEED ALL DAY. I hate Sudafed. But man, it makes me productive. I’ve knit two arms and part of a body of a colorwork sweater. This week. While I was sick.
I need a nap. And my sense of smell back. Please. Thanks.
ETA: and if you like cats, you should watch THIS. Really. Omigod, I just watched it again. That’s the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Make sure you get to the yodeling part.
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