Got to work this morning and the "cool" river whooshing by at daybreak wasn't so cool. It smelled like dead fish, or garbage. Or more like dead fish in the garbage! It was too dark to see, but I wondered if I was witnessing a C.S.I. moment there for awhile.
Had a busy, fast day and came home. As soon as I parked and got out, I could smell something good cooking, but shook my head nah...as it's rare lately that cooking smells come out of here with our schedules. But hubby had cooked pork chops and fries and saved me a plate, so that was a pleasant surprise and it hit the spot, as I hadn't eaten a decent meal in a few days. (Unless you count take out pizza and bread sticks)
I've been at loose ends lately, and kind of down. Won't go into that, but I couldn't go to sleep last night and was trying to think of something I could buy for myself that would cheer me up.
I guess money can't buy happiness.....because I couldn't think of a thing. Nothing that would really cheer me up, anyway.
I guess a home to come to that smells like pork chops instead of dead fish is good enough for now.
