The weather here has been very warm. I worried we would flood because we always do when there's a big melt in winter. When we were still dry this morning, after a couple of days of well above freezing temps, I breathed a little easier. But then it started to rain. Hard.
I started my tea water then peeked in the laundry room in the basement. Wet, but not awful. Except the drain had plugged. We keep the firewood in there, and the dirt and debris always stop up the drain. I yelled to Eric to come help. He unplugged the drain and I started squeegeeing the water. He ran outside and bailed the window wells. I turned on the dehumidifier, which seemed perturbed to be risen from hibernation. It started getting louder and louder until it gave a great shudder and stopped working.
Anyway, the water was minor compared to years past. The rain stopped. Eric talked soothingly to the dehumidifier and it purred for him.
I finished a story, had a shower, and headed to the grocery store. Just as it started to rain again. I decided to continue to the store rather than go home and bail window wells. I'm glad because no more water came in.
I let the bunnies out for a run. I read my book while they charged around, sniffing here and there, chewing this and that. I got up to make more tea and take a pie out of the oven, and when I came back to my room, the smell about knocked me back. Someone has left a few marbles of some very potent material under my bed. I'm guessing it was Raven. He seems to smell worse than Basil and crap more, too. Dang. They're usually very good about going back to their box. You can sure tell when they don't make it.