Monday!
As you can see by Itzl's concerned look, this group is for us to check in at to let people know we are alive, doing OK, and not affected by such things as heat, blizzards, floods, wild fires, hurricanes, tornadoes, power outages, or other such things that could keep us off DKos. It's also so we can find other Kossacks nearby for in-person checks when other methods of communication fail - a buddy system. Members come here to check in. If you're not here, or anywhere else on DKos, and there are adverse conditions in your area (floods, heatwaves, hurricanes, etc.), we and your buddy are going to check up on you. If you are going to be away from your computer for a day or a week, let us know here. We care!
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I spent yesterday cleaning out the storage closet next to the laundry room. When my youngest left to join the Army, he went through the closet looking for stuff, and trashed it. Since then, my youngest daughter moved out and stuffed things she didn't want to move into it, and my mother died and many of her things got jammed into it, and well, it spilled out into what was going to be my library.
The former owner of the house had converted the garage into a room, but neglected to insulate it so for much of the year the room in uninhabitable because it's either too hot or too cold. Before I could get around to ripping out the paneling they put up, put in insulation, and add new walls, the room became a de-facto storage shed.
That is changing.
But oh my word!
A squirrel got into the closet and then couldn't get out. In the process, the squirrel trashed every single one of my good wool blankets (managed to pop the latch on the cedar chest they were in), then ungraciously died in them, and oozed rotting squirrel goo all over them.
It must of been one of Big Sarge's many children - they never were as smart as their dad. I feel kind of sorry for the critter - it must have been horrible, getting into my cedar chest and dying there.
But - all my good wool blankets are ruined, and so is that cedar chest - the smell will never come out.
I did not take pictures. Y'all be thankful. That's my present to you - no pictures of rotted squirrel.