As if my life isn't filled with enough anxiety and depression, cuz that's pretty much my constant state of being from mid October through April, with little sprinkles here and there the rest of the year, my effing roof is leaking again!!! Flat roof over the bedroom, which we FIXED already, starting leaking again during another torrential Seattle rainstorm last night. Luckily my hero, Drew, showed up at exactly the right moment, forget that he actually showed up for leftover chili, and saved my ass. This is a new leak, where the flat roof and the slanted roof meet. Drew climbed up in the downpour, in the pure darkness, and threw a tarp over the leaky part and stopped the stream of water landing in the center of my bed, on my newish Pottery Barn comforter non-the-less. It seemed to work, although in order to stop the leak I had to remove the tarp from the other flat roof, over the kitchen, which started leaking on Thanksgiving day. It's a small leak so I found an old ski jacket one of the kids left in the storage room and crammed it around the stove vent, the source of the leak in the kitchen, and so far so good. I come from pioneer stock. In case you are wondering, Mike is out of town, another one of those "Mike coincidences" that pop up so frequently.
Crazy weather has been predicted for the northwest this year and we have not been disappointed. This morning it rained harder than I have ever seen it rain at my house. Thunder and lightning, it was like nighttime at 8:00 this morning when I took Jack to school. I actually like dramatic weather so I'm pretend complaining about that, except when the dramatic weather falls on my super adorable comforter.
Like I've inferred above, my anxiety is over the top right now, I'm trying to finish up my Christmas shopping on a shoestring budget, I'm almost done but my seasonal affective disorder is not allowing me even go near a crowd of any sort. Luckily our closest shopping center is an outdoor mall, which helps as I'm not forced to get too close to other humans. Blech. I've even managed to avoid the Center's annual Holiday Party, which features a chocolate fountain, my worst nightmare. Seriously, so gross.
I tried to cheer myself up the other night by watching a late movie (anxious sleeplessness), FYI...don't watch "The Lovely Bones" when you are depressed. Derr.
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