Sno Cone of Luv

One of the simple pleasures I have enjoyed while being in Dublin is the smell from the Guinness brewery. On cool, damp days (you know. . . everyday!) the odor can permeate the entire town, or at least the entire distance I cover when walking from our apartment to the hospital.

It is different from your standard “brewery smell” in that it has much more of a roasted quality to it, as if they are roasting the grain at that very moment, knowing that I would soon be walking by. Yes, it is a simple pleasure, but sometimes that is what you need most when walking home after a hectic 13 hour day in the ICU.

The last few days, however, the odor from the mighty Guinness brewery has not been such a joy. Think of the smell when someone makes a fresh pot of coffee, but never turns the burner off. In a few hours the fresh coffee is replaced with that nasty, thick, tarry muck stuck to the bottom of the pot. That is the smell that has been greeting me as I walk past the brewery. I know it is not a big deal, I just want my warm fuzzy back again. Is that so wrong?

Besides, I hate coffee.

As I type: Listening to Burning Airlines “Mission: Control!”