"Putrid"

That's the precise meteorologist's weather-term that Wife used when she came back from shopping. I believe she learned it in college.

We received a bit of rain this morning, just recharging the humidity (it was getting low, maybe below 90%) and then the sun came out. Couple that with diesel fumes from the idling trucks and bucket loaders out front, and the general coal-tar miasma from ground up pavement in the sunshine, and the wafting aroma of open sewers, and I think she may have nailed the description. Like Sam Clemens said, "Use the right word, not its second cousin."

Committed words again this morning. I've got a dragon hatchling with inch-long poisonous fangs that wants her head scratched.