The compost pile hit 140F and started steaming this AM. The smell, unfortunately, hasn't gone down enough. I'm eternally grateful that our neighbors aren't upset (well, enough to come talk to us about it anyway).
Today my wife went to her usual coffee shop, a tiny place wedged in between two Starbucks and a Pete's (in a downtown street that's less than a mile long). She's been going there for 20 years.
The owners gave her two old burlap coffeebean sacks today. We'll throw those over the pile to hopefully keep the flies and smell down. They're very nice people and they're always happy to see her when she comes in. They give our kids little treats, too. If I drank coffee, I'd get mine from there.
Anyway, this weekend I'll get out there and stir up the pile all over again.