It's snowing this morning. This means I will have to shovel the
On the other side, fake cinnamon scent was on my Least Favorite Holiday Things list before the dysosmia, and now I would cheerfully strangle whoever formulated the stuff: it's bad and strong enough to be a strong-dysosmia trigger. Great. (Can they really not smell that all the back and bottom notes are missing? Or do they just not care? It's like playing a melody badly on an out-of-tune penny whistle and expecting that your listeners will hear an entire symphony: they know what you're alluding to, but it's not the same.)
I intend to do kitchen stuff a lot today -- all or most of the cooking for the week, I hope, so