There’s been a lot going on this week, some good and some not so good. We’ll start with the bad news.
Teri came to do laundry on Wednesday. I was in the sun room and she was on the other end of the house in the back hall where the laundry is. She kept telling me she smelled smoke. John came in a little while after she got here and he was also complaining of smelling smoke. Of course, I haven’t smelled anything since I turned 75, so I hadn’t paid any attention to it, but they were right. One could see smoke hanging in the air in the living room.