Random stuff

I've noticed over the last few days that there is a dead skunk on the way to work, and it is amazing how far and strong that dead skunk smell lingers. My God, it's like I have to put my shirt over my nose as I drive by so that I don't inhale any of that stank.
I finished the last of the cleaning at the old place today, and tomorrow, after 6 years, I drop off the keys. It wasn't that terrible, but I'm happy to be getting out of the there. While I'm not the most flexible person and it's hard for me to make changes, once I'm set, I don't really look back. I had good memories there and I had bad (I'm sure that the walls sucked up some bad karma over the years), but I never considered it more than a place where I slept and kept my stuff, and I don't have a real connection to it.
The most vibrant memory I have of the place is on 911. My mom called on the phone right around nine o'clock and told me to turn on the TV. I saw the second plane hit, and I was shocked and numb. I told my mom I had to go, and I just stared at the TV screen for the next 6 hours, watching it all unfold. I did not move from the sofa.
Well, shit, that was a downer memory, but I guess 911 sticks in everyone's memory.
Oh, a good memory: My old college roommate hung out at the place for a few weeks in 2000, and then we took a road trip to Montreal. That was pretty cool.