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Note to self: next time buy regular baking soda. See, I habitually sprinkle baking soda in Young Miss Weaver's litter box when I scoop it so it doesn't smell terrible. Normally I just buy the regular baking soda, but last time I was at the supermarket, the special cat litter deodorizer baking soda was on sale, so I thought what the heck. Maybe it works better than the regular.

It's plain old baking soda, but with an added fake-floral scent to it. It doesn't deodorize so much as mask the smell. And it made me sneeze. So here I am, crouching over the clean litter box, sneezing my head off, and the cat is watching me from the doorway with this total look of, "What is that human doing NOW?" The rest of the special baking soda is going in the garbage, methinks. Oh well, some things you've got to chalk up to experience.

I just finished re-reading Black Powder War (Book #3 in Naomi Novik's Temeraire series), and I'd forgotten how depressing it is in parts. Cutting for spoilers: ( Read more... )

I feel much better than I did earlier today. Yay!