Eau de Dead Rat
It's an unmistakable smell. And my husband's constant stuffy nose keeps him from noticing it. But there is definitely a dead rat in the attic just above the master bathroom. I'm not surprised. We keep the space stocked with rat poison. And I'm certain the loud "thunk" noise I heard in the ceiling a week before the smell appeared was said rat making his death dive into the space between the walls. I guess the upside of eau de dead rat is that is aligns nicely with the season of lent, a time when we are to reflect on our mortality. I heard a colleague jokingly expressing it this way: "Hey you're gonna die, so how do you want to live?" 20 years ago this question had a completely different feel than today. It's not that I'm on death's door by any stretch of the imagination but I have definitely surpassed midlife. There's a part of me that keeps trying to figure out how to make up for past mistakes. Kind of like I have to pay that d