I decided to work at home today, so brought a big pile of work home from the office last night. As I pulled up, I realized this might have been a mistake. The gardener seeded my lawn with winter rye and covered it with steer manure. (He'd made a point that it was steer manure, as though I should be particular impressed by this.) So, quite naturally, my lawn (and therefore my house) is scented with Eau du merde.
The very sad thing is that I'm becoming acclimated to it.
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