Benjamin from Brothers Campfire here!
My workday was a never-ending cycle of walking through hallways with the smell of perfume…
Mixed with someone else perfume….
And fecal particles, all wafting around.
I despise the feminine practice of spraying makeshift air fresheners after relieving oneself of their burden; it is disgusting.
If you are reading this and are guilty, please stop.
Other than that, I cannot even remember my work day. I think I have PTSD.
When I got home, I planted pumpkins. As the surrounding area is heavily mulched, I am hoping if they sprout too soon, there will be a little buffer.
Here in Colorado Springs, we have to wait until after Mother’s Day to plant most crops.
I am burnt out and tired. Have a splendid, unscented day.