Or a mouse. SOMETHING. Something once living that my beloved cats must have dispatched and then left in some hidden place where I can't quite find it. But I can SMELL it. And I've been circling the lower floor of the house, sniffing behind couches and in corners, like some demented cartoon bloodhound. I haven't found anything, but I can still SMELL it. rdeck
is philosophical about it - "the smell will go away", he sez, and leaves me all by lonesome to have brain seizures about some little dead body rotting away away somewhere in horror-movie wise with its flesh falling off its delicate bones. Gaaaaack. Another sniffing circle coming up, I can tell.
In other news, popped out to mail a few things. Got into the car, it was overcast but dry. Before I drove a mile down the road, it was raining. Before I drove a mile and half beyond THAT, it was actually HAILING, I kid you not. By the time I came to a halt and parked the car in this hailstorm because I had to get out and go into the local post office type hutch, it had stopped hailing and watery sun was trying to establish its presence through the clouds. By the time I got back into the car to drive back home, it was drizzling again, and I actually drove through a middle of a cloud on the way back, with visibility briefly dropping to more or less in front of my windshield.
All I have to say is, would the weather PLEASE make up its mind...?