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Parts of my house smell like ... hot solder. Particularly the blue bedroom and the entryway. This is, at least when I am not engaged in the act of soldering, not a very encouraging smell. I can't figure out where it's coming from, and worry about what piece of electrical or electronic equipment is about to die (and whether it'll catch fire).

Maybe, if I'm lucky, the curious smell will be related to the sirens I just heard going past, and therefore Somebody Else's Problem. Or connected to what the fellow with the very rude radio haits was doing when he was working on something for the house next door, out of his pickup truck, before the rain started.

(Oh merciful rain, that got him to shut off his car stereo and close up his truck.)