It’s been difficult to write of late because of this odor permeating my writing space. It’s a gassy odor. Much like a fart. Actually, it IS a fart, but fortunately it is not my own. It is not of me. It is not from me. It’s from this creature now inhabiting my apartment. But I cannot blame him. Because even though he has an exceptional sense of smell, he seems oblivious to this particular smell. He might be the only 1 who is oblivious to it.

I am trying out a new strategy to deal with this. Which is to write my way out of it. If that is what it takes to get myself back to writing, I can call this a blessing. I say ‘thank you’ to my roommate and ‘bless you, too.’

It’s so strange that I now have this roommate and I am surprised about how chatty I’ve become since his arrival. I choose not to accept that he does not understand what I am chatting about. Although he appears to be confused most of the time.

To which I say, better to be confused than to be certain when there is absolutely nothing that is certain. I am learning that more and more each day. I will continue to learn that until someone trains me not to.