Things you should know:
- The inside of my arm is still eggplant and also a wee bit tender.
- Sweet pea (and my bedroom) both still have just a touch of eau du skunk to them. The bedroom has been febreezed, and had a bowl of vinegar set into the midst of it, and all bedding used the night of the skunking is still sitting on the front porch while I decide if it is special enough to consider an attempt at resuscitation via laundering. Sweet pea has received another round of bathing.
- I'm still thinking that I will not leave the tri-state area until the world settles down (as in elects a sane- not hate mongering president.) If humanity manages to survive, that is. I'm kind of pissed because I'm not in love with the nutmeg state.
- And no new ghost sightings or even hearings, I think I may have scared him away by seeing him. Which is kind of disappointing as I am lonely for company which is not related to me.