Bad enough to wear socks and long sleeves--but turning on the heat already? These are the times that try people's souls. Thank God for chamomile tea. And whiskey. I'm plowing through that to-do list and my throat is feeling better. Team Testosterone is earning their keep by being incredibly helpful. Mr. D won at poker last night--which doesn't have any significance here other than to tell you how lucky we seem to be. But there is one problem we have to overcome and naturally it comes at a time when we must shut the windows to keep the house warm. I'm betting we'll be taking a trip to the vet in the near future.
What's the worst smell you've encountered lately, reader?