31 August 2014

Stayed up to midnight, as is my want when addicted to a good novel (The Host by Stephenie Meyer), figuring that today was Sunday and I could sleep in if so disposed (or is that, if so reposed?).  Middle of the night was awoken by a fork flying off the kitchen counter onto the floor.  A furry ghost, perchance?  At 5:52 am, was awoken again by something climbing across my head. The same furry ghost?  Needless to say, didn’t get nearly enough sleep overnight.  After attending to Lynne’s cats, patched the holes in the west wall of the house where, last week, I tried to drive the backhoe into the basement without benefit of door.  Not one of my better moves...  Finished the patching job just as it started to rain.  After lunch, helped Kate with two small carpentry projects, then installed some more hurricane tie-downs and thoroughly swept the house main level.  Discovered that the expensive fancy corner tie-downs that we special-ordered don’t fit.  Gnashing of teeth!  Also discovered 9 places where the roof is still leaking.  Somebody named Sean is not going to be a happy camper come Tuesday morning start of business.