I would prefer locusts.

Following up on the pox on our house, I woke at 5am with the (now familar discovery) that a skunk had been by. This is too much.

Perhaps a skunk has moved into the space under our porch, or we have another oppossum who got skunked.

This sucks.

More so for dan; he's essentially housebound for a few days. As far as I know, he has his sense of smell.

Augh. This sucks.

Next?

I went to Quaker Meeting, and came home with groceries (and a big headache, but I won't dwell on it; drugs have helped, now that I'm home). The place does smell like skunk, though it's sort of low-grade by this point.

I checked on dan, who's mostly napping. I'd just sat down to lunch, when I heard the unmistakable sound of Rover horking.

Thankfully, I got her outside before she barfed indoors. On the way to let her out, I heard dripping.

The ceiling in the sunroom is leaking, due to the ice caught on the roof.

I'm afraid to ask, but is there anything else the universe needs to tell me right now, can't wait, now now now?
The line forms to the left, please.

Weekend wrapup

Dan's sleeping now. He's spent the day in bed; more asleep than not. To me, it looks much like a bad flu, at least at this point. He came downstairs for some chicken soup, then he went right back up to bed. He has some fever, not dangerously high, thankfully.

I don't know how he'll be tomorrow morning, but I expect at least I'll come home for lunch. I so don't envy him right now; it's apparently quite itchy.

The other crop of non-sick-boyfriend stuff:

I investigated under the porch, and sure enough, there's a critter highway under there. Well, footprints, probably just one critter. I think the proper solution involves a roll of chicken-wire, but I want to be certain the critter's not in there at the time (it's impossible to see around the corner, because the space is only about 6 inches at the back). I'm probably going to shine a nice bright light under there for a night or two, to convince the skunk or whatever that it's not a good place to hang out; then, climb down there around Wednesday afternoon with some chicken-wire and a staple-gun.

The dripping from the ceiling is only in one location. For now. The roof will have to wait until spring. I'm pretty sure the problem's that we never cleaned the eavestroughs and downspouts, and it became solid ice pretty early in the season. Grr. I hope the ice doesn't damage our new roof.

I made a big pot of vegetarian chili, which I'm looking forward to eating in the next few days. Hope d's well enough to enjoy it too.

What a weekend!