Wednesday Another Quiet Day

I had a rushed morning this Thursday and just started writing the blog at 11ish, late for me.

The storm has hit, and this Thursday, I watched the water in my backyard rise to over 2 inches. It has increased 1/2 an inch in an hour. But the volume increases with the cube, so it will take 4x as much water for the next inch. That is not likely to happen. Susie’s cedar is in the puddle and looks quite happy.

Returning to Wednesday, I rose late, after 8:30, and felt better, but I was tired by 7 in the evening. The day seemed to just disappear from me. I remember spending the morning trying to write the blog. It was a lovely sunny morning, and the birds and squirrels were out with even a flicker in my backyard.

By early evening, the sprinkles started, and another 2-4 inches of rain was inbound.

(Belting in for the winds and then rain)

While the winds hit and shook us, the coast took damage, and the historical lighter-than-air hangar was damaged. It is now a museum. Docks were destroyed, and there are reports of flooding and trees down.

I received some input for the Church Refresh project that raised an issue. I called the contractor and received an email from the architect on the issue. On Thursday, I met with folks about the issue, and it was not a construction-caused issue but an existing one. This took much of my time and headspace on Wednesday.

I received the mail and my last book purchase from NOLA, which took a while to find its way here. There were some books Donna, Dondrea, and I looked at, and I decided to purchase. It was like an unexpected Christmas gift. Excellent!

No lunch and just a bagel and coffee with a banana, I headed, still with my head spinning on the Refresh issue, and went to Great Clips and got my haircut. They were not busy, and I waited ten minutes to get to the chair, and the folks remembered me. I got my usual biz man cut off the ears and cleaned up. I looked better.

I next stopped at Market of Choice and picked out some pre-arranged meals. A stuffed Cornish hen and a chicken cordon bleu, plus eggnog and apple cider for the holidays. I returned home with this and saw, once again, that the clock was running faster than I expected. Corwin appeared to finish cleaning the gutters and managed to get some of it done before dark came. I made an early dinner and split the Cornish hen with him, plus a baked potato (though microwaving never seems to work) and steamed carrots.

We watched Halo together; it was a CGI wonderland and not a bad story. I then said good night to Corwin and chatted with Deborah for a while. I was tired, and we talked for a while before saying good night.

I went to bed not much later and read until I nodded off and was surprised to be sleeping before 11. The storm woke me a few times.

Thanks for reading!