Then I lifted the blanket…
St is so cute. Because he wants to spend as much time as possible with me, he’s curdled up snoozing beside waiting for me to be done blogging. I love this man so much, and I need to improve for him.
Something’s off with my digestion for a while now, and I’m not sure exactly what’s going on. Maybe increased sedentary has reduced the amount of lactic acid in my metabolism which has lead to more sulfur build up in my gut. Or I may have encountered a bad bacteria, and my biome hasn’t been able to over come it. One way or another, I’m no longer passing gas ever so gently at this point.
Once more, St has goodly patience, and on shareable love for me. I protected him throughout the evening by covering my danger zone with a couch blanket, but as he leaned against me to snuggle, I inadvertently moved the sanity barrier, and I think I knocked him unconscious. He is snoring beside me, but it’s the result of fatigue, not my smells.
Still, I have to fix this. I’ll have to do some research, as always, to figure out a solution. I figured out a solution to improve our dishwasher efficiency this morning, I’ve figured out how to maximize my study time, I’ve figured out the best way to pack food for Iceland, I can definitely figure out my way out of my inner stinky swamp.
Ridiculous, I know. An entire post about my stinky farts. Welcome to my uninspired writing. I’ve studied well, cooked delightfully, spent a lovely evening with my beloved, and I’m ready for bed. Departure to Iceland in sixteen days! If I can improve my fumes condition before then, it would be fantastic. We’ll be living in a camper van for fibe days, it would be good to breath easy during that time.