I stepped out this morning to walk Milo and the air smelled of garlic bread. And it’s just gotten stonger this morning (my house is now smelling like garlic bread). And now, I’m craving garlic bread. I will have to find time to make it to the store today so I can consume at least half a loaf to squash this craving.
And yes, I’m still alive. I know I’ve dropped off the face of the earth for a while. My tonsils are back to normal (at least for me). My mental health, however, is wavering due to the stress of work (work sucks – I know that’s juvenile, but that’s my feeling on it at the moment).
So hopefully I can get off the merry-go-round that is work for a while today, escape to the outside world again (it’s a gorgeous day here), and smell the stinking-rose bread.