This morning, I could smell everything. It was hot and sticky by 9:30, and every trash can that wasn't empty had a distinct stomach-curdling odor that entered my mouth against my will.
Then this afternoon, I waited for the bus for over a half hour because a few minutes early is apparently a few minutes late, and the bus that came after was full.
While I am grateful to not have a hurricane, I've seldom wished harder for a rainshower, books be damned.




