Not a great morning. Took the boys to the field for their run at 5:30. It was cold and dark. I tried to get Ryker on leash because he wasn't behaving and coming back when I whistle lately. But he ran off .... and apparently found a skunk, full head-on blast I think. I heard a yelp. Ryker and Coda came back to the vehicle. Oh the smell. And now it is everywhere. Got online and found a recipe for de-skunking and bought Walmart out of Febreeze extra strength and I've my two Scentsy things going. I called in to work because the car just reeks still and I'd have to be spraying every five minutes because I'm sure my nose is immune to it now and I smell badly too. I didn't have two leashes with me this morning, wanting to focus on Ryker and hold a flashlight so I didn't walk back after the incident to prevent getting it the vehicle. Just wanted to get home fast.
So now it's 1:00. The boys have been outside and staying there for the foreseeable future; Steve is pissed; I'm periodically spraying the house and car. I've taken two showers. And I'm tired. Really tired.
Yesterday I started DELUSION IN DEATH by JD Robb. Counting the novellas, we'll say this is 44th of 44 in series featuring Eve Dallas, a homicide lieutenant in futuristic New York City. Here is a description:
It was just another after-work happy-hour bar downtown, where business professionals unwound with a few drinks . . .until something went terribly wrong. And after twelve minutes of chaos and violence, eighty people lay dead. Lieutenant Eve Dallas is trying to sort out the inexplicable events. Surviving witnesses talk about seeing things—monsters and swarms of bees. They describe sudden, overwhelming feelings of fear and rage and paranoia. When forensics gives its report, the mass delusions make more sense: It appears the bar patrons were exposed to a cocktail of chemicals and illegal drugs that could drive anyone to temporary insanity—if not kill them outright. But that doesn’t explain who would unleash such horror—or why. And if Eve can’t figure it out fast, it could happen again, anytime, anywhere. Because it’s airborne. . . .
It was published September 2012 and has 400 pages.
Other than today, I've been enjoying watching The Voice and texting with my sister during the show. Another one tonight. Steve has shooting.
In the world, it's going to hell. Libya killed our ambassador, graphic photos on the Internet. Obama doesn't do anything.
Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster
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