Room For The NightWe've been getting some rain.
This is something of an understatement. Three times, fronts moved through today, nasty lashing smears of red that marched across the radar, casting premature twilight outside and splitting the sky with light and deep percussion. By the second one, it was raining inside in several places in the building where I work (and much, much worse in many others where I do not). The house is doing well enough: the basement gathered a small puddle, but this is nothing considering what fell when the skies opened, over and over.
The critters are seeking shelter, too. I seem to have managed to leave the hasp off the door to the potting shed when I checked it earlier for water. Something timid has decided to shack up in there, somewhere in the back behind the plastic bag of soil. It's probably quite damp.
There's nothing to eat in there, and there's no way into the rest of the house from in there. I'm not too worried, previous experience and all. I'll leave the door ajar tonight, with hopes it will go tomorrow. It's time to clean the potting shed in any case.
Be warm tonight, be dry. Be safe.
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