The temps around here have been as erratic as those of a 55-year-old woman.
After a mild week, Saturday and Sunday rocketed to the upper 80s, but when I took Mamie out at 7 pm, I regretted not bringing a jacket.
We’d had a bacon-involved dinner, so yesterday evening I opened up the windows only to close them a half-hour later. It was either that or put on socks and a sweatshirt. Still, I never learn, and the bedroom seemed a little stuffy, so before turning out the light I cracked a bedroom window.
It’s spring in Massachusetts and we live on the edge of a patch of woods, so you’d think I’d remember that this wasn’t the best of ideas. At 3:30 a.m it became clear why as the pungent aroma of skunk enveloped the room like a San Francisco fog.
It was 10C/50F here this morning.
ReplyDeleteOur temperatures have been all over the shop too. No skunks though.
ReplyDeleteSo Spring in Mass is like a menopausal woman? At least you don't get bored with sameness.
ReplyDeleteBoth to be approached with caution.
DeleteOh, that's awful! I always sleep with my windows open, but after something like that, I'd have to close mine, too. Hope the smell is gone by now.
ReplyDeleteHow I remember that.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad we don't have skunks here. I much prefer the smell of bacon.
ReplyDeleteOh Lord. As long as the skunk wasn't inside!
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