I hate our trash cans. Whenever I change the trash my hands smell faintly like garlic. I have scrubbed the thing down multiple times. No idea what it is, but I freaking hate the smell of garlic.
I'd say my health has improved to 80% capacity. It took me about an hour after waking up to feel decent though, all of the crap drains to the back of my throat at night and I wake up with a very sore throat. It's feeling better now, and I am breathing without the influence of Afrin, but I plan on taking a hit before the guests arrive.
The sun is out... a balmy 22˚ the computer says. I will find out soon enough.