On the one hand...
the cat knocking over the floral arrangement that was in a heretofore undetected vase of fetid water was not the the most restful way to begin a Saturday.  On the other...we've pretty easily come to the conclusion that the are no psychopaths living at my house.  Rather than dwell on the negative of the stench  - exaccerbated by the presence of some lovely decorative kale bringing its cabbagey presence to the smell of decay -  I remembered a small snippet read on the internet during my lunch on Friday.

"The process of smelling involves the part of the brain called the orbitofrontal cortex, an area also believed to function "less effectively" in individuals who score high in tests measuring psychopathy."

Our orbitofrontal cortices are perpetually spinning, always alert to the latest assault; the unofficial family motto being "What is that smell?"  For all the worries and disappointments of late, I rejoice in knowing psychopathy is not one of my concerns.