A quiet day in the office, Fridays usually are, which is why I go in on that day. I took some time to enjoy the views from the high rise, including watching a massive thunderstorm roll in. I’ve been praying for torrents of rain so I can check whether there are any more leaks in my basement before they put the drywall up in a couple of weeks. Contractor #2 finally came to seal a wall crack, after more than a month of promises, and no sooner had he finished than we got the rain. The only problem was that we picked that time to go grocery shopping and left the house without closing the windows on the porch. Yep, soaked everything. A half hour and five towels later I had it wiped dry—or at least as dry as possible. The couch and chair cushions are scattered around the living room to dry out. We’ll see whether the lamp shade recovers. The good news is no sign of basement leakage. We have tomorrow to test it out too, since it’s supposed to rain for the most of the day.
It’s Friday the 13th and also National Blame Someone Else Day, a fortuitous combination if ever there was one. It’s working for me at the moment since I’m mad at Hubby for something stupid (it’s his fault). The irony being that I’m getting ready to upload a guided meditation to my website titled “Exploring Forgiveness.” Yeah, working on it. A bucket of fried chicken and a vodka tonic are helping soothe the soul. Why do people say and do stupid things? Finding the stormy night helpful too.