I’m in the basement again. I didn’t take the cats with me this time. I figured they would be better off in the bathroom, but of course this means I assume they’re smart enough to hide in the bathtub if the window blows out. This is probably a poor assumption, considering they’re not smart enough to stop eating when they’re so full they’re about to throw up. Which they do, all over a really cool vintage cowhide rug I bought off of Craiglist, and when I went to pick it up, the woman I was buying it from also tried selling me used lingerie.
Writing about last weekend’s adventure in the basement will have to wait…because I’m a pussy when it comes to severe weather and my hands are shaky. Also because my neighbor’s housesitter just came down and I don’t want to be the weirdo who does internet things during a disaster.