Sense

An unusual Saturday night.  Not only did I work but pleasant and no so pleasant aromas wafted through my mucus-lined nose.  It's been such a long time since I've smelled anything.  A friend from high school got into a car accident a while ago losing his sense of smell and taste.  This whole week with my nose clogged, I couldn't help but think of him.  When he told my parents he had accepted it.  I mean, that car crash was really bad and it's awesome that he survived so maybe he feels that he got away lucky.  Still, after this week not having my sense of smell and my sense of taste muted I got a slight glimpse and I can't help but feel for him.  Funny how someone you haven't talked to in years can come into your thoughts multiple times in one week.   So yes, I was so happy when I got the slightest whiff of popcorn and at the scent of burnt rubber on the highway.  I've missed my sense of smell.   This week gave me a new appreciation for my senses.

Tomorrow is going to be difficult when it comes to waking up.  Last night, there was no way I was going to bed before Dave.  I had slept into the mid afternoon while he was at work and he was working into the early hours of morning.   I couldn't go to bed before him.  His computer is in the bedroom too so that would be doubly awful- him working away exhausted while I'm peacefully snoring away.  He did eventually solve the problem but the sun was making it's way into the sky by the time we went to bed.  As a result, I slept until I had to go to work today.   It's not going to be easy to sleep tonight.  It's never easy to sleep knowing I have to wake up at an hour I'm not used to but tonight it will be worse.  I will almost definitely be napping tomorrow afternoon.