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(left arrow) Friday, January 12, 2001 (right arrow)

 

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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