I’m falling asleep as I write this so this is going to be quick. Finished all my prep for classes on Monday. Hurricane Harvey is coming, and we’re prepared. Sleep now, more tomorrow.
Last night we had a pretty bad storm come through. It woke me up at least once that I can recall, and it drenched half of the balcony, the half that the chairs and Stormy’s box are on.
Fortunately, we were able to bring him inside last night, so he was safe through the worst of it. He still went outside to a very uncomfortable situation, however.
Both chairs are drenched, so he’d just get wet if he went to lie down in one of them. This also means that until they dry it’s going to be problematic for us to sit in them to give him snuggles.
The top of his box is somewhat concave, and so when it rains hard enough to get in the balcony, the box holds water. Thing is, it’s not concave enough to very easily just remove the lid and walk it over to the side of the balcony by the stairs, where we can dump the water over the side and not get any on the downstairs neighbors’ porch.
Again fortunately, Stormy’s blanket soaked up a lot of the water, so I picked up the blanket and grabbed a spare pot of soil that we have on the porch to catch drips while I took the blanket over to the side to wring it out best that I could. That left only a little water in the lid, which I very carefully walked over to the side and dumped without spilling a drop on our balcony and potentially on the downstairs porch.
It’s been a few hours since I’ve done that, and the lid is now bone dry. The blanket still has some water in it, but it’s drying out nicely and should be completely dry by the morning. As for the chairs, they take some time to dry out, so if we’re going to go sit outside for cuddles later on this evening, we’re likely going to have to put a towel down to soak up the moisture before our pants do.
Stormy’s gone off walkabout for the afternoon, but he’ll be back by the evening, and we’ll be ready to go love on him when he comes home.
So it’s Tuesday and there’s not much remarkable about today. Already cleaned the kitchen and about to go cycle the water through (we usually try to have four gallons of water on hand in the fridge, as we drink a lot of it), cleaned the litter box, and gotten everything up to this point on the checklists done (with the exception of exercise and stretching, as I woke up at 5:50 am with my back in knots and it’s still not calmed down to the point that I think cardio or yoga would be a good plan just yet). Not much spectacular to report, but then again, maybe that’s not a bad thing after all.
There’s no crisis, no mental meltdown, no spiraling mood. Today is just a day so far, and I don’t get enough of those. When you suffer from mental illness exacerbated by physical ailments, you wind up longing for “just a normal day.”
Of course, it’s not going to stay normal long. I’m keeping an eye on Tropical Storm Bill as it moves inland and threatens to dump even more rain on central Texas, so the evening might be rough around here. We’re under a tropical storm warning for at least the next 24 hours and that can of course mean severe thunderstorms and possible tornadoes. We’re practiced in duck and cover techniques; this is not our first rotating hellstorm. It just might make the evening interesting (as in “May you live in interesting times”).
If things warrant an update, I’ll post something.