Let us now praise the sense of smell…

So when the snow stopped I went out to clean the solar panels. And as I put the squeegee away in the ratproof shed where I store seasonal stuff I remembered to retrieve this cool pair of insulated pants a Generous Reader sent me last year…


They were of course freezing so I set them on top of the bedroom heater. Did the Tobie stuff, sat down at the computer, and after a while my lizard brain tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Something smells like…burning.”

Happily they were not nearly ready to combust. But still uncomfortable to the touch.

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To the stake with the heretic!