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rejectomorphFor several hours I've been smelling smoke. The night was too warm for anyone to have had a fire in their fireplace. It smells like brush in any case. Dawn has revealed no stain on any visible horizon, but the smell of smoke lingers. There's quite a breeze blowing, too. It's awfully early in the year for fire season to begin. In the valley, they haven't even finished with spring flooding yet. Overlapping disasters are so tiresome.
Anyway.
Spring fever time, I think. Just about everybody seems to be feeling a bit odd in one way or another. It's the plant kingdom's annual revenge on humans for eating them. They dose us with their pollen and various parts of our bodies or brains go out of whack. I'm feeling quite thick-headed today. I hope I can sleep with the smell of smoke in the air. It's a bit unnerving.
Anyway.
Spring fever time, I think. Just about everybody seems to be feeling a bit odd in one way or another. It's the plant kingdom's annual revenge on humans for eating them. They dose us with their pollen and various parts of our bodies or brains go out of whack. I'm feeling quite thick-headed today. I hope I can sleep with the smell of smoke in the air. It's a bit unnerving.
