Black Sheeped

Last night, while we were getting ready for bed, after trying to coax the dogs to pee during a thunderstorm for the millionth time, we realized there was a leak leaking onto our bed.  (New roof last summer.)  Our bedroom is tiny, so we couldn’t reposition the bed without the drip still hitting it, so we dragged the mattress out to the living room.

(Monk was gleeful, because he is scared of thunder, and FINALLY, we were going to SLEEP ON THE FLOOR WITH HIM WHILE IT RAINED.)  We didn’t sleep much, because we could hear the sump pump emptying water out into the front yard.  I don’t know exactly what Jut was thinking, but I was hoping the sump pump would keep working.  I kept thinking I heard dripping water in the living room, or in the bathroom.  I kept thinking about how I’ve been trying to empty the basement of belongings to protect them (either upstairs, or to a storage unit), and how now water from above, and not just seeping up from below, was threatening our BED.

We got up, we took out the dogs, we looked at the spongy part of the bedroom ceiling.  I fed the cats, I saw water creeping across the laundry room floor, into the utility room, around the cat bowls.

I have to go put on a dress now, and I feel all itchy and Jut has an awfully long day ahead of him, and the dogs are worried, and the cats?

The cats are wondering why we don’t feed them a second breakfast already.  They are WASTING AWAY.

Love,

black sheeped