One of the disadvantages of living in a large apartment building is the occasional mysterious (and unfortunately, usually disgusting) smells that turn up in the stairwell and/or elevator.
Dr. Darling and I usually make a game out of guessing the source of these odors, without actually investigating them, of course, and the person who comes up with the most creatively accurate description wins. This past weekend I guessed the sawdust mixture the janitors used to clean up barf in my elementary school, but since the Swede had no idea what that was, I had to concede to her suggestion of a stinky Danish cheese.
We also decided our fitness routine needed shaking up a bit on Saturday, so we visited a nearby indoor swimming pool to do some laps. Since moving to Sweden I’ve pretty much confined my swimming to the Öresund, and I’d forgotten how comparatively easy it is to swim in a calm, heated pool. I’d also forgotton how much my eyes hate chlorine and I spent the rest of the weekend looking like I’d been on a serious doobie bender.
It’s not really a good look for me.