I don’t have a brain tumor.
They still don’t know why I can’t smell.
I’m not smelling smoke all the time anymore, and the other day I actually caught whiffs of real things: buttery baked goods (while following a bowl of hot croissants down some stairs) and cilantro (when I walked into the supermarket produce section).
The kiddo “tested” me this afternoon. He was wearing “about a pound of cologne” that he got at the movie theater bathroom. Which I don’t really consider bad news (not smelling it that is). Then he told me, and I sniffed his arm, and then I smelled it. GACK.
what a week… nothing serious, but it felt long
It’s FRIDAY! And I’m sitting here with one of these,
Still don’t know what this is called. It’s 1 part lime juice, 2 parts gin, 3/4 part simple syrup. Muddle “some” basil leaves, add the rest, shake with some ice, pour into a glass.
A young milk snake. I read about them this morning in Maine Amphibians and Reptiles, which said that they don’t like being handled, will bite, are a little aggressive, look like timber rattlers, constrict their prey, and will even shake their tail in the dry leaves to sound like a rattle. This one was shaking its tail like mad. I just grabbed it mid body rather than behind its head, and it tried to bite me… if its mouth was any bigger it would have, as it was its fangs just grazed my skin. When I got a better hold on it, it did its constrictor thing and tried to strangle my fingers. Not a very big brain in that tiny head…