Wednesday, September 3, 2014
About this time yesterday, I smelled something that made me think "raw sewage." I checked to make sure both toilets had been flushed, although I knew they had, since I'm the only person living here, and I hadn't had any visitors. After an hour or so, I realized that the atmospheric conditions were just right (or wrong, in my opinion) for the stench from the paper mill in Wickliffe (20 miles away) to reach Milburn. I smelled it all night and this morning, but things are back to normal now. That happens three or four times a year, but it always takes me a bit to figure it out when it does - I guess I'm slow.