or the day after, is a tradition to supposedly bring good luck in the new year. And if mine is any indication, I'm in for a hell of a ride in 2019.

The smoke wasn't leaving but cats did. Nit was rolled in a fight yesterday and came home completely covered in clay mud. Completely. Could not see his fur for the thick goo. And of course when they don't allow you to touch them, it makes for a difficult situation. He was worn out and I decided to barricade him in the back room and keep him inside (not an easy task). About a half hour into the smoke fiasco, I happened to look outside and saw the little devil wandering away looking somewhat like a chocolate iced yule log. He obviously found his way out the open doors.
I am still choking and after Fabreze, candles, fans, exhausts, and a good cleaning, all stinks. ALL. Everything was 100% cotton so I am surprised at the rank odor. What really surprised me is that the stove top was saved. These marks from the fire would be, so I thought, permanent. But after using two soaking applications of Affresh and really hard scrubbing, most all is gone. On top of that, the pork was terribly dry and tough, the raccoons are feasting tonight.
The large oval crock pot is ruined but we took it apart and discarded the electrics, recycled the metals. The inside yielded an aluminum inner liner that can be painted and used as a planter, and the removable white ceramic liner can be also. Jess will love both.
I'm eating a few oranges and will simmer the skins with cloves in one pot and vinegar in another to try to rid the smoke odor.
Off to a good start! Hope yours was better.
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