Reek

Two hellacious days, now home for two peaceful ones.

Dealt with a lot of plastic and sterile wrappings, which leave my hands raw and broken and dry. The delight in opening a package is long dead in me, burnt out through the years of opening sterile supplies. When asked about attending the party, I said "that's the plan" but the plan is that I would say that, and never even bother to get the address. I get enough of these people at work, and try not to talk with them much. But they care about parties, so I agree and smile and will stay home, give vague excuses Monday, if asked. Not like they really want me there, either. Just don't want to be seen to be excluding anyone.

We aren't doing christmas this year. No one stopping by, no point. We stopped doing cards and presents years ago. We have a tree and my old ornaments, and put them up when we feel like it. Maybe christmas eve, maybe on the solstice, maybe not at all.

Air here is very bad, hazy mountains skulk in the distance. Not really cold, not warm, not anything. Someone smoking in the hallway, non-smoking building. The stench of burned beans later, either that or reek from the lake, hard to tell for sure. Without wind, probably not the lake. Just neighbors with poor cooking skills.