Rain filled my garage floor last night but had drained by this morning.  I should be used to these temporary swamps; they come and go each spring and fall.  Numerous solutions have been proposed, attempted and failed over the years.  It would take a jackhammer and a French drain to cure.

A different, solvable problem sent me to the text function of my phone, with a note to the repair person about water in the basement room which I had thought he was going to fix.  I didn’t realize that the hour had grown as late as it had; had I done so, I would have waited until morning.  But he assured me that it was just a malfunction of the dehumidfier.  I implemented his suggestion and it worked.  I like it when a plan comes together.

I set my alarm much earlier than I intended but dragged myself upward anyway.  I shook out my curls, dusted off my boots, threw on as much color as my body could stand, and barreled to Westport for coffee with Jane.  Thank Goodness it’s Friday; the week has been over-stimulating; and I am ready for some peace and relaxation.