There is a dead mouse in the wall again. I can smell it. The last time this happened we had to close up that section of the house in an (fruitless) effort to contain the pong. It was a hot summer.
Thankfully, it's winter. It still stinks, but it stinks less.
Since we're on the subject on things that stink, here's another. Vogue and Vanity Fair. I'm letting my subscription to both magazines expire. Their glaring preferential treatment of one particular Presidential candidate (and his inner circle) over the other was disgusting. Am I the only one who noticed?
No. And we need those who did to write back to the editors.