A skunk has crawled under the trailer-house that serves as our office. It must be beneath my office because it smells as if I'm standing next to it.
The reek is overwhelming.
It's almost worse than when the cat died underneath my office. Almost.
There are a lot of neat things about having an office in the country. This isn't one of them.
On this day at foldedspace.org
2003 — Junkie In which I pine for my iBook.
2002 — Life of the Busy Yes, yes, I haven't posted much during the past week. As mentioned previously, I'm in the midst of a two- (or three-) week marathon of activity. Here then are bits and pieces of my life during the past few days.