one of the really good/really bad things about quitting smoking is the moments when my sense of smell starts to properly revive. i can smell everything. (wild mint! truck exhaust!)
| credit: survival in the wasteland |
this morning, M and I both woke up around 5:30am- he to get ready for cross country practice and a pre-work day and me to practice yoga and get ready for work.
good: M cleaned the cat box.
bad: i couldn't even walk in the room, let alone practice because all i could smell was the cat litter. (granted it was clean cat litter, but it still smelled like chemicals.)
good: we have a playroom, now. i can practice in the playroom.
bad: we didn't clean the playroom last night before bed so i had to clear a little circle for myself to settle in.
good/bad: i still practiced, but it wasn't the practice i woke up imagining.
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