uh oh
So, I've spent a bunch of time at home recently, even more than usual, because I'm working on music for SB and generally feeling like sticking to the bench, even if it's really slow (which I mention because sometimes the whole skipping-social-engagements/shows feels, I dunno, not exactly futile but more like I'm trying to appease some I-know-not-what which will, I dunno, wring this music out of me, as opposed to a sense that if I stick to it a couple more hours I'll continue fertile work and finish X, Y, and Z. Sometimes as I'm deciding to skip something I simultaneously know that I'm not going to get all that much done but I have to stick to it anyway. I dunno, maybe it's maturity, maybe it's madness, but it's the way it is).
Anyway. The house is clean, and it usually smells pretty nice, because I cook things and I burn incense and anyway, the house. Smells. Nice. I have a super-strong sense of smell and I pay attention to house-smells.
After a somewhat frustratingly low production day yesterday, I took a long nap, early, that predictably turned into me mumbling 'fuck it' from somewhere deep within my snowy warm cocoon and deciding to sleep through and just as predictably sitting up at 2am wide awake, after a little bad dream that involved me hitting someone with my car while backing up. Worse, I saw their shadowy figure back there just before I hit them in that darkened public-space driveway with all the people hanging about, but my reflexes weren't fast enough to stop the car and so not only did I hit them and knock them down under my wheels but I compounded that by immediately backing over them. And yeah, it does feel kind of like a big unexpected speed bump, running over a body.
So, woke up, got up, went to the living room/computer desk/midi keyboard set up and started to mess around. And that's when I smelled...animal urine. Cat urine. And realized...I had vaguely, faintly, thought I smelled cat pee earlier in the night when I got up to use the bathroom or something, but I was half asleep then and besides, I don't have a cat. Now wide awake, I couldn't shake the urine smell. So I tried to run it down. I hoped to find evidence on the ground...I have a dog door and it's not outside of my experience that a strange animal will find its way in.
But no. What I found was strange little noises in the attic, also something I realized I'd been sorta maybe kinda hearing off and on this last week but ignoring (the A/C is up there, that accounts for a variety of small noises). And I realized...the urine smell was in the air. My conclusion, unfortunately, is that whatever is peeing in here is in the attic, the smell is coming through the vents and is maybe powered by the central heat in some way, by which I mean, it comes on and the smell comes through.
This does not bode well. I think I'm going to ignore it today, unless it makes itself manifest again, because the whole call-the-exterminator thing for mammals kind of freaks me out. Otoh, if there are racoons up there (worst case scenario) they've got to go asap. Ugggghhhh.
Anyway. The house is clean, and it usually smells pretty nice, because I cook things and I burn incense and anyway, the house. Smells. Nice. I have a super-strong sense of smell and I pay attention to house-smells.
After a somewhat frustratingly low production day yesterday, I took a long nap, early, that predictably turned into me mumbling 'fuck it' from somewhere deep within my snowy warm cocoon and deciding to sleep through and just as predictably sitting up at 2am wide awake, after a little bad dream that involved me hitting someone with my car while backing up. Worse, I saw their shadowy figure back there just before I hit them in that darkened public-space driveway with all the people hanging about, but my reflexes weren't fast enough to stop the car and so not only did I hit them and knock them down under my wheels but I compounded that by immediately backing over them. And yeah, it does feel kind of like a big unexpected speed bump, running over a body.
So, woke up, got up, went to the living room/computer desk/midi keyboard set up and started to mess around. And that's when I smelled...animal urine. Cat urine. And realized...I had vaguely, faintly, thought I smelled cat pee earlier in the night when I got up to use the bathroom or something, but I was half asleep then and besides, I don't have a cat. Now wide awake, I couldn't shake the urine smell. So I tried to run it down. I hoped to find evidence on the ground...I have a dog door and it's not outside of my experience that a strange animal will find its way in.
But no. What I found was strange little noises in the attic, also something I realized I'd been sorta maybe kinda hearing off and on this last week but ignoring (the A/C is up there, that accounts for a variety of small noises). And I realized...the urine smell was in the air. My conclusion, unfortunately, is that whatever is peeing in here is in the attic, the smell is coming through the vents and is maybe powered by the central heat in some way, by which I mean, it comes on and the smell comes through.
This does not bode well. I think I'm going to ignore it today, unless it makes itself manifest again, because the whole call-the-exterminator thing for mammals kind of freaks me out. Otoh, if there are racoons up there (worst case scenario) they've got to go asap. Ugggghhhh.