So I just had a bad attack of ..whatever attacks me. I don't think I have mentioned that my senses often get scrambled before during and after these attacks: vision disturbances and the ability to hear a flea fart and the usual ones.
So I was shuffling by the back door just now just now and I let the dog back inside because it is like 20 degrees and snowy. I got a whiff of the snowy fresh air and turned back to the kitchen to smell ...something foodily unidentifiable.
Soup? No. There is nothing on the stove. I look around confused and afraid that I have started to cook something and forgotten about it. it is close to lunchtime, after all.
The microwave beeped and I remembered: I had put a cup of coffee in there to re-heat.
Coffee. That must have been the smell. How could I mistake that? But I could not have told you it was coffee had you offered me a million bucks.
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