Quite to my surprise, my stomach demanded a divorce from dinner. Richard is utterly unaffected. Maybe it was (hopefully it’s only) the recalled romaine lettuce? It arrived in a produce box, overnighted in the fridge, but all I ever did with it after that was I threw it away after I read the recall alert and quickly washed my hands.
I think I just need a good night’s sleep. I’ll tell you the cowl story tomorrow. It’s a happy one.
Oh and–there was a new chunk out of the pumpkin too big to be from a squirrel.
The skunk smell was stronger inside than outside this morning (I really should not have opened that door) and the car got it, too. It probably took cover under there afterwards.