Waiting to Inhale

I wouldn't be surprised if lilacs are sprouting in my lungs.

Not in a subtle, these-are-nice-and-pretty-and-purple kind of way but in an unwillingly-seeping-into-every-fiber-of-my-being kind of way.

The automatic air freshener in my work bathroom was just changed, and the smell is beyond overwhelming. Ew.

I wait as long as possible between bathroom trips, holding my breath and crossing my fingers that the automatic sensor doesn't go off and cause another 8-magnitude eruption of faux-sweet flowers.

An object in motion

Yesterday, in the midst of prepping for an impending international trip, I decided it would be the perfect time to change my shower curtain liner.

I ran the dishwasher. And the vacuum. I folded and put away all my laundry--while it was practically still warm. And I revived my semi-dormant exercise routine by going for a run.

The trip prep? Well, that happened, too.

Why I thought my empty apartment will be better off with a fresh shower curtain, I have no idea.

But apparently an object in motion remains in motion. That, and there's something to be said for deadlines.