etc.

The rain has stopped and now it’s just mostly raging winds. It’s the remnants of Isabel, as far as I can tell, even though those remnants aren’t supposed to hit for another three hours or so. While tap, tap, tapping away on my computer here, I heard small dripping sounds amidst the clamour of the big juicy raindrops hitting the skylight and the big, leafy trees capitulating to the wind. The dripping sounds were close, closer than those coming from our overflowing eaves troughs, so I had a look at the window. The culprit: rain was sneaking it’s way through the tiny fissures around the window AC, but it was nothing a little duct tape and a just-in-case bucket couldn’t handle (duct tape makes me feel like a DIY goddess). I’ve been going back and forth on should we leave the AC in the window all winter or pack it away like the instruction manual said we should. Packing it away is sounding like the most logical, albeit pain-in-the-ass, course of action.

I’m expecting a package or two to arrive today so every few minutes I am up and out of my chair, checking out the threshold down below to see if they have been left outside the door to the forces of wind and rain. This impatience is tempered by feeling pretty awful for mail delivery workers on a day like this.