Hmm... So...
When I stepped outside earlier, I found out the handyman was working on the place next door - which also happens to be where our property manager lives. It looks like he's pretty-ing up the stoop - which entails sanding down the concrete steps, which, of course, means that there is a big cloud of concrete dust hovering in the air outside our apartment.
And after thinking that I had smelled something funny in the apartment a few minutes ago, I realized that one of the burners on the stove was still "on" - with no flame... So, now I have the french doors to the backyard cracked a little to let in some fresh air, and to let out the bad stuff. Alas, the culprit has a (bad) habit of doing this from time to time. However, the culprit is not
that roomie, so...
Ah, well... Every day a little death.
