I love smelling my birds. I’m sure my birds think I’m a pervert but this gives me instant comfort… sometimes they smell like maple syrup or warm blanket, or seaweed when they’re wet (oi, this one is strong smell).
The point here is, I’m tired and have things to do and I haven’t even started the year-end cleaning or whatever. But I’m feeling fulfilled, happy about how this year has been. At the year-end, I am sooo going to take a long good bath and have ice cream afterwards… maybe vanilla, the one that I can see the vanilla beans bits in it… that type of good ice cream… yeah…