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Apr. 11th, 2007 09:24 pm
Sickening weather
I woke up a little after four this morning with rain beating against the windows and heartburn. I checked the living room and--exactly as I feared--water was leaking in, so I wadded some paper towels into the casements, chewed on a couple of bismuth tablets, and went back to bed.
When I woke up again, I could see that the rain was blowing in from the east at something like a 30° angle. I took me an hour to drag myself out from under the covers and into the chilly room. In the living room, the windowsill was now completely covered in water, so I spent more time than I realised mopping it up. Last time this had happened, the building manager told me that there was actually a drain built into the window frame and I should check mine for clogs. Of course, this meant opening the window and getting blasted by freezing cold water, but I routed it out best I could with an allen wrench.
When I went back to the bedroom, I was shocked to discover that it was after 8 a.m. In the low morning light light enough, I could see that the lighter patches on the ground in the park were actually accumulated snow. I thought about exactly how the wind-driven sleet would feel on my face and said to myself This looks like a really good day not to go to work.
So I called in sick. I justified it with my worries over the the leak--if the entire windowsill had flooded in less than four hours, what would happen in ten?--and my general tiredness from three straight nights of reflux-driven insomnia. I crawled back under the covers and promptly slept until noon, which vindicated my choice, I felt. By now, the rain had changed into huge wet snowflakes.
I figured rather than write the whole day off, I should at least do a couple loads of laundry, but first I needed to call Nuphy and offer my condolences. His birthday tradition is going to an afternoon game at Wrigley, but there was no way they'd be playing in conditions like this. He told me it worked out rather well, since he was still getting over his cold and an afternoon in the dank would've been the last thing he needed. However, since the game was cancelled, his cheapo early-season day game tickets had magically been transformed into prime early July evening game seats.
When I wandered over to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu's, I found him in terrible shape. He's over his cold finally, but he'd managed to hurt his back and was tiptoeing about with an Icy Hot patch taped to it. Very hard to make with the whoopie under such conditions!
When I woke up again, I could see that the rain was blowing in from the east at something like a 30° angle. I took me an hour to drag myself out from under the covers and into the chilly room. In the living room, the windowsill was now completely covered in water, so I spent more time than I realised mopping it up. Last time this had happened, the building manager told me that there was actually a drain built into the window frame and I should check mine for clogs. Of course, this meant opening the window and getting blasted by freezing cold water, but I routed it out best I could with an allen wrench.
When I went back to the bedroom, I was shocked to discover that it was after 8 a.m. In the low morning light light enough, I could see that the lighter patches on the ground in the park were actually accumulated snow. I thought about exactly how the wind-driven sleet would feel on my face and said to myself This looks like a really good day not to go to work.
So I called in sick. I justified it with my worries over the the leak--if the entire windowsill had flooded in less than four hours, what would happen in ten?--and my general tiredness from three straight nights of reflux-driven insomnia. I crawled back under the covers and promptly slept until noon, which vindicated my choice, I felt. By now, the rain had changed into huge wet snowflakes.
I figured rather than write the whole day off, I should at least do a couple loads of laundry, but first I needed to call Nuphy and offer my condolences. His birthday tradition is going to an afternoon game at Wrigley, but there was no way they'd be playing in conditions like this. He told me it worked out rather well, since he was still getting over his cold and an afternoon in the dank would've been the last thing he needed. However, since the game was cancelled, his cheapo early-season day game tickets had magically been transformed into prime early July evening game seats.
When I wandered over to
monshu's, I found him in terrible shape. He's over his cold finally, but he'd managed to hurt his back and was tiptoeing about with an Icy Hot patch taped to it. Very hard to make with the whoopie under such conditions!