Luckily my employer is tolerant and accommodating.
Claire came to work with me on Tuesday. It was intended to be a very short thing. But it turned out to be a very long thing. And for the first two hours she was angelic--carrying around a cup of popcorn, looking in cabinets, smiling and chattering...
She was wonderful.
Right up until she found some peanut butter and smeared it all over my desk chair.
We, of course, left shortly afterward.
The scent of peanut butter, by contrast, still lingers. Still.
But it makes me think of Claire. And that makes me happy even if a stinky chair doesn't.