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Friday, January 12, 2001
10:37 p.m. Really, I was
more than a little green around the gill yesterday. I
thought I might go to bed early and then get up in a couple
of hours and write my heart out, but as luck would have it,
I was able to sleep more of the night than usual. I really
didn't start to feel better until a few hours ago, and for
no reason that I can understand. Such is the way of the
world.
It's been storming the last few days and I've been moving
every single houseplant here and there to catch the drips.
There's no telling where the roof is going to leak next, so
I have to stay alert. The moving-leak pattern is a result of
several factors, including the angle of the wind driving the
wet sheets ahead of itself, so it's hard to prepare ahead of
time.
Also, we have a very strange roof. It is beloved of
birds, and then like to peck and nibble on it, usually in
the earliest morning hours, between their sessions of
roll-the-acorn and
drop-the-seashell-from-a-great-height-onto-the-fireplace-tubing,
just for fun. There are tiny holes here and there,
therefore.
So the rain began last night, for the second night, and
it pounded and splattered and splayed and pattered. We had
to move the bed, again, but this time we were able to turn
it just enough, insert potted plant, and get back to
sleep.
Then we had the beautiful effect of brilliant sunlight
and more rain, both at the same time. The old neighborhood
ladies used to say the devil was beating his wife when it
was raining with the sun shining bright as can be. Odd,
no?
Now, I'm going to go back to bed, thank you very much.
Looking forward to finally getting out of the house
tomorrow. I'll get batteries. I'll take photos. I'll post
same.
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