Losing My Senses…

The last couple of days, I have learned how important my senses are for the way I operate.

First, I’m too impatient to sit and watch water boil. Nor can I bear to wait (like a good cook) when things bake in the oven.

I have to get back to my other projects. I knew this, but didn’t realize how much I depended on my sense of smell to do my baking until the last few days… when I’ve had a cold from Hades that’s blocked all sense of smell. So, my family has endured a cabin filled with smoke, alarms blaring and scorched meals. All because the 7-year-old escorted the latest variety of “crud” home from the public school system.

We have nicknamed her “Typhoid Alex” — she despises the title and now tells me “YOU are the Typhoid” as I cough and hack and blow my nose and sniffle and stay exhausted and feel like crap.

So, even with my office strategically situated close to the kitchen (so I can continue to multi-task) my family continues to endure carboned semi-edibles and the place reeks (or so I’m told) with the smell of my small domestic disasters.

I’ll be glad to ditch this cold!

Hope everyone else is staying healthy,

Angela

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *