The chances of something wet falling out of the sky here over the next three days have gone back up. As long as it's wet and not frozen, I won't complain. Well, I'll complain about the part that drips through leaky roof. The leaks have gotten worse. I had to empty at least two gallons from the buckets during the recent storm, and maybe three. If I could afford it, I'd just have the whole roof ripped off that addition and have a properly pitched roof installed— maybe with an open ceiling and a bay with doors at the back. This house probably wouldn't be worth upgrading, though, even if I could afford it.
Haven't felt any of the aftershocks from the early morning earthquake. They've all been too small and distant. That's something else I won't complain about.
Running late again. Oh, December.