It doesn’t stink. It doesn’t smell like rotting garbage, or dirty laundry.
It just smells like … winter. Like the windows have been closed since October (which they have). Like it needs a thorough airing out.
I’ve put Tim on notice that the first time it hits 60 degrees – heck, maybe even 55 – I will be opening ALL the doors and windows to get some fresh air in the house. I can’t wait.
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