Monday morning in my building

This was the first Monday of the semester, as last Monday was Labor Day. The parking lots are all full by 9:30, the kids are all scurrying to their classes. Today is forecasted to hit well above 90 F, so I drove in, opting not to bike in that heat. I walked up from the carpark at a leisurely pace, stopping off at the health center to return their cane - a remnant of my back throwing out occasion a couple of weeks ago. I complete the walk up the hill in blazing sunlight, thinking to myself how wonderful that airconditioning is going to feel once I step inside. And when I do finally walk into my building, ready to tackle the week head on, I am accosted by the most God awful, nose burning odious smell... ever. Rank and rotting... something. Could it have once been dairy? Surely fruit doesn't ever smell that bad. What could it possibly be? Or more importantly, where in the hell is it coming from and how do we get rid of it? Now!
Like bloodhounds, my labmates and I pace the hallways, trying to pinpoint Ground Zero. Over here? No, more here... maybe, yea. Is it the recycling? How do old soda cans and beer bottles ever get this bad?
All possible sources of stank were removed to outdoors, and yet the odor persists. I had such high and lofty goals for the amount of work I was going to get done today, and now I don't want to venture outside of my room, because the smell in the hallways is nausea inducing. I already have a headache; spontaneous vomiting would just be the capper.
This weekend I took a bit of a rest from work. I popped my head in on Saturday to make sure some plates did not overgrow and then went about my errands. I did some food shopping in prep for hosting the stitch and bitch ladies on Sunday. Then Sunday was consumed with food prep. I went a bit overboard, but I was not sure if there were going to be 3 or 6 of us. I prepared for 6. Besides, it was high time I cleaned the kitchen, and what better reason to clean the kitchen than to make everything dirty again by cooking.
I made an eggplant and tomato frittata, which came out particularly well. Recipe was from my Tuscan cookbook. A reasonable amount of prep work, but it tasted wonderful. It is just as good cold at it was warm. The remainder of it is my lunch for today. After the ladies left, I watched a little bit more of the USOpen men's final, until it became clear that Agassi would not pull it out. I just couldn't watch the decline. Federer is a great athlete, but he's just not compelling. At least not enough for me to watch.
The insomnia has not broken, and I am still waking before my alarm. Unfortunately, this means about 10 or 11 days of 4-5 hours of sleep a night. Something I could have pulled off without breaking a sweat ten years ago, but now, I am wearing thin. Ugh.