This afternoon I thought I’d go on record with my psychic power and announce that the Colts would lose, but I didn’t. Of course, I was right. Summer is growling/crying and I am just sad to be vindicated.

RATS

I got up to take Alison back to work after being off for a while to deal with her mother’s stroke. It was colder than I expected – in the teens. Still, this is early February in Northern Indiana so there’s no reason to be surprised, just a reason to be cold. The car’s auto operation of the heating up process doesn’t direct air at the windshield immediately because that air would be COLD. As usual, after a while, the blower came on strong and there was a strong smell of skunk all the way out the hospital and a good part of the way back. It is my fervent hope that the smell did indeed dissipate and that my nose did not give out; I don’t want to have a deja vu moment when I get back in the car.

When Sydney got skunked last time, he had apparently harassed the skunk under the car because his head got a direct hit and the bottom of the car reeked for days. Oh, that was fun – shampooed/skunky dog in the car interior and skunk smell coming out of the vents. Sheesh, Sydney. Not a good memory if you visit it too closely. That episode was followed by weeks of panic whenever he went out at night again. Sydney’s out?? Oh, no.

Yes, it IS cold this morning – I just had to slip my shoes off because the leather was giving off the retained cold into my feet and not outward into the room. I have them pulled up under a small blankie now . . .  oh, yes, hmmmm, good. Hey, my nose is still cold as well. Now that I have realized it, I am having trouble getting it out of my mind and think I will snuggle down in this little corner with a nice comforter all around me and pulled up over my nose.