Rain & Leak
It is finally raining in Nashville. It may have came down briefly, one or twice since I moved down so these three days (Thanks Fay!) are welcomed. But there are naturally drawbacks. The kitchen I sit right across from is leaking water that could easily be passed off as apple juice if someone would skim off the nasty bits. The ceiling tile is bulging and I have a very strong urge to walk over there and poke a hole in it. I let the secretary know my desire and she threatened me. It is like a scab I want to scratch.
