Household Odor

Around these parts, we mark the approach of summer with the usual indicators: blooming flowers, the fishing opener, women in short skirts. For me, it’s the smell of cigarettes permeating my condo. It shows up every year around this time. I have no idea if it’s wafting through my windows or coming up through the vents, but it seems to be concentrated in the immediate area around my desk. And I’m not going to try to cover it up with one of those scented candles. The smell of cigarettes is somehow more tolerable than the smell of cigarettes intermingled with apple cinnamon. I suppose this could be categorized as one of the many hazards of the blogging lifestyle.