Just the thought of writing, or blogging, or even reading, makes my head hurt. I’d go back to bed, but I only crawled out two hours ago, after TEN HOURS of sleep. Which is ridiculous in itself.
Argh. I need to get some stuff done!
Lessee…the news. Thursday night a microburst zoomed through our yard and over the house and stripped our half of the duplex roof down to bare board. It also thwacked! the cooler a good one, so we were cooler-less from 7 p.m. till noon Friday. In Tucson in July, that’s a helluva thing. Of course, it wasn’t until the guy came to fix the cooler that we knew the roof had been stripped (like a flung-off sheet, all the roofing was piled against the cooler on the roof, not visible from below) and from there the realty company moved with all the stunning speed of a pre-climate change glacier.
The maintenance guy who came to fix the cooler called his boss. The boss called another maintenance guy in the area to come verify. Second guy verified that yes, indeed, the roof was down to bare board. The realty company then proceeded to tell us absolutely nothing. I called them every hour or so, because they kept telling me they would call back in half an hour.
Yesterday afternoon, just as predicted by the weather guys, it rained. As predicted by me, the rain found its way through the non-existent roof.
Apparently there’s a bow up there that collected all the water above Bly’s room. The room with the canopy bed, the only bedroom that has an area rug, the room with the most pretty and expensive things…
Grr.