It wasn't that long ago I spent two months of two different winters by the beach.
Then it was 2012.
And I went nowhere (in oh so many ways).
A simple plan was made, and vacation time began by going to a concert Sunday night in Columbus, then leaving for Indy the next morning. Because of the time I'd be away, a neighbor came to let the dogs out.
Returning home about 11:30 and stepping out of the car, my nostrils were invaded by the stench of skunk. This isn't too unusual in the country, and manages to permeate the house as well. This time was no different, though it sure was strong inside too.
Dropping into bed exhausted (it was way past my bedtime), I woke up several times, noting the skunk smell still was strong. The neighbor taking care of the dogs called me first thing in the morning.
When she let my dogs out, one ran straight for a skunk she probably had been watching for some time. Guess which dog?
That explained why the house still smelled terrible.
Still, I was in denial, and proceeded with my vacation plans. I even made it to the Indiana State line. Then, I turned around. I came home and did four loads of laundry, aired out the house and bathed the dogs (then me).
Hardly restful. Hardly putting my feet up. Sometimes you just have to take care of business.
By Friday, I'd managed to enjoy a break in my routine anyway. That evening, I was to have dinner with some friends and cheerfully jumped in the car when they pulled up to the house.
"You still smell like skunk."