I'm sitting here at the office, just got in from the airport, and my clothes reek of smoke. But at least I'm out. I just spent four days with my mom, a member of The Greatest Generation but also The Chesterfield Generation. At 80, she has been an unrepentant chainsmoker for 65 years. She lives in a heavily upholstered, draped and carpeted house. Her ceilings are tobacco stained. I spent most of my time out on the sun porch. At night I put damp towels over the A/C outlet and opened the window as wide as possible. I love my mom, but visitng her is like going into a gas chamber.
I got up every morning at dawn and rode my bike 25 miles. It was fabulous. I cleared out my lungs, and just breathed! I know that helped.
My purse smells like smoke. I'm going to have to put my suitcase outside for a few days.
Anybody else deal with this kind of thing, at least occasionally?