Oy. As the saying goes, when the wolf gnaws, smile.
Among other things, apparently we didn't quite escape the hurricane as well as we thought we did. Two sets of the weepers on the brick façade for our house took on enough water that it soaked through to the drywall on the interior side.
Fifty plus inches of rain over a few days will do that. At least, that's my current assumption. I'll know for sure tomorrow morning when I start tearing apart the drywall to get to the real evidence underlying it.
So, gutter engineering is clearly in my future...
The good things today? The weather. The first front of the fall cleared us, so the next few days are going to be a pretty good break from the end of summer. Overall, the hurricane broke through the worst of the end of summer heat, so apart from the mess, there's been at least some immediate benefit from Harvey's visit.
There were a few other minor disasters, but nothing worth worrying over. Our daughter is fighting through a typical freshman ordeal, getting enough stamina going to get through full marching rehearsals with her high school band. My mother's health continues to ride downhill, though probably not at quite the pace her doctors anticipated.
A thousand little things, really, but in the grand scheme of things, I'm six feet on the good side of the dirt, I have a wonderful family, fine friends, no particular health issues other than middle-age spread, good stories to write and read ahead of me, and for every thousand little things, a million more to be grateful for. I'll take it, and twice on Sundays.