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It is, of all things, very, very smoky here today. The smoke is blowing down from the forest fires in Quebec, but it's ground-level smoke, and my lungs, which have really never been the same since the fires in the Okanagan in the summer of 2003, are unhappy. Very unhappy. They were starting to be unhappy when I woke up, after breathing the combination of this smoke and smoke from the neighbours' illegal bonfire all last night, and they have not improved.
I think I'm going to have some lunch, and then make some nice, soothing tea, close my window and lie down and read or watch some Stargate for a while. I don't think I'm actually short of breath or having trouble breathing, but I feel like I am.
I've made some progress on my paper this morning, and will work on it more later, but right now the strong sense of ICK emanating from my lungs is interfering with my concentration.
I blame you, forest fires at home in 2003.
I think I'm going to have some lunch, and then make some nice, soothing tea, close my window and lie down and read or watch some Stargate for a while. I don't think I'm actually short of breath or having trouble breathing, but I feel like I am.
I've made some progress on my paper this morning, and will work on it more later, but right now the strong sense of ICK emanating from my lungs is interfering with my concentration.
I blame you, forest fires at home in 2003.