Finding my way

Quite literally.

I smell different. I had no energy the other day when I woke up, but I could not stand the smell of my sheets. Such a strange funky smell and I had been noticing it for a couple of days. I stripped the bed and got my sheets, all my nightgowns, and my shower curtain in the wash. To be honest, Richard got the shower curtain down. And Richard hung them all on the line when the washing machine was done. And he made the bed too.

Line dried sheets are one of my favorite little luxuries. They are crisp and smooth and smell like sunshine. Hanging things out to dry is also one of my favorite household tasks. It was hard to lay here on my recliner while he hung them out, but harder still to get up and do it myself. And my bed smelled so good when I got into that night. All fresh and sweet. I slept easily all night.

And then I woke up. The first thing I noticed was the lovely morning light. The second thing was that strange, rank smell, the one I thought we washed away the day before. It was back. In the pillows, in the sheets, in my nightgown. My bath didn’t wash it away either. And my bathroom didn’t smell as fresh as it usually does with a freshly line dried shower curtain. Sigh.