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Bastards with fireplaces
We live on the third floor of an apartment building in a residential neighborhood.
About an hour ago, somebody down below with a fireplace lit a fire.
The smell of smoke is piercing, and has brought the headache that I'd managed to tone down to a simmer all the way up to a full boil. I've taken an antihistamine, but doubt it will help much since the headache has already gotten a foothold (so to speak).
Bastards! (Strong language, I know, but dammit, it IS immensely annoying at the end of a very stressful day.)
(On a happier note, Andrea and her fiance came by for their first handfasting planning session today. We got a lot done and will meet again soon to talk over the version of the ceremony I'll be putting together tomorrow based on choices they made from a number of different sources.)
About an hour ago, somebody down below with a fireplace lit a fire.
The smell of smoke is piercing, and has brought the headache that I'd managed to tone down to a simmer all the way up to a full boil. I've taken an antihistamine, but doubt it will help much since the headache has already gotten a foothold (so to speak).
Bastards! (Strong language, I know, but dammit, it IS immensely annoying at the end of a very stressful day.)
(On a happier note, Andrea and her fiance came by for their first handfasting planning session today. We got a lot done and will meet again soon to talk over the version of the ceremony I'll be putting together tomorrow based on choices they made from a number of different sources.)