No post today
The “Honey Do” list has one less item, albeit disgusting: I cleaned the septic system’s grease pit.
It was a nasty thing to access, dark stench and unknow matter floating in and out of it. Disgusting enough for Cthulhu to take one look, shriek in horror and leave.
I am obviously not smelling quite cadaverous, and a bit rigor is starting to set in in my nostrils.
I need a shower. I will be using this:
Then I will be taken to lunch by the missus to bury my angst and mow the lawn in the afternoon.




Why did you feel the need to put that image in my brain?
I feel your pain, having done the same myself.