Smells

A couple of times over the past few days, I've come back to my apartment and thought "This doesn't smell right..." Sometimes, it's because I cooked fried rice and didn't clean it up before I went out. Oil starts to smell funny if you give it a few hours' chance.

Today, I think I know what it was. I had just gotten back from buying rice at the store, and as I stepped in with the rice bag on my shoulder, it once again smelled strange.

I'm not entirely certain, but I think it was that I haven't cooked any rice in nearly four days. I made a batch that many days ago and it lasted me two days, but the smell of cold rice not very strong and doesn't... waft? It doesn't waft around the room and make everything smell like, well, rice is being cooked. You get used to that smell without knowing it, I think, and I think that's why everybody else's apartments smell strange to me. They cook all kinds of foods from all over the world - though I'll admit Italian food seems to be particularly popular here - while I cook, largely, rice.


Though it could just be that I hadn't done the laundry in a week and it was starting to pile up.

This is Becoming Normal For Me

Well, I may have mentioned once or twice that it's... rather hot here. And it's fairly probably that, between the four-ish posts I've showed it in, you're aware I have a massive sliding glass door that essentially makes one wall of my apartment a heat exchanging chunk of glass.

Something I haven't mentioned is that my bed was a little too soft, so I pulled out one of the blankets I had stuffed under the futons.

Now, those of you that have seen our place in Ellensburg will know exactly what I did next.

For those of you that don't: blankets are great insulators. Or any good blanket is.
And, uh, what's the opposite of a heat exchanger?
"An insulator"?
ding! Very good!

...

So now there's a blanket in my window.

No, I don't have any aluminum foil handy or, yes, I would've used that, too.