When it rains it fucking pours

Yesterday I had started to write a "poor me" post, about all the shit that is going wrong right now. It was about how the cat was sick and our 3rd housemate was incompetent and broke her leg while standing up and all the trials and travails involved in someone who is incompetent on crutches. I didn't finish it because it was just too whiny, and I didn't see any way of not being completely whiny. Hell, it even sounds whiny in one sentence.

Now however, I don't give a fuck. On top of all the shit that has been happening this week Balou got skunked last night. At 3AM. My ESO and I only woke up when he came into the bedroom. This was AFTER he had run around the rest of the house dripping skunk slobber and rubbing his skunked face on everything.

So I smell terrible. The house smells terrible. My ESO smells terrible. Balou smells terrible, and will continue to smell terrible for a while. The skunk shot him in the face. The noxious crap hit him mostly on the right side of the face but a bunch also went up his nose. I wiped off his face. He appeared to appreciate the damp cloth on his eye. But there is no way for me to clean out his nose, so for the next month, if not more, he will reek.

The word of the day is miasma. Or perhaps funk. Possibly it is also noxious. As in: the noxious miasma fills our house and sticks to my clothes.

The steam cleaners are coming on Friday. They will bring deskunking chemicals, so our house will smell a bit better, I hope. Until then my nose is trying to commit suicide. Possibly it already has, I can only smell really bad whiffs of skunk odor...