This is why they call me an optimist

I have decided to be happy that a waste-gas line in our apartment building in Beijing is no longer (as of two days ago) feeding into our own apartment's ventilation ducts. Rather than making myself.... less happy through dwelling on what we have been breathing and living in these last two months.

I think this is part of my ongoing acclimatization process: learning to look on the bright side. Mind over miasma!

For another day: observations on the uneven levels of fit-and-finish in a country that is developing and modernizing, as opposed to developed and modern.