Last Tuesday morning, I was getting ready for work when fire trucks roared up to our aparment building. No sirens, but lots of firemen clomping up the stairs to one of the upstairs apartments. Enough to make me curious, but no smell of smoke and no pounding on the door to tell me to get the hell out. So I got ready for work and stopped to talk to a couple of firemen on my way out. Turns out a water pipe broke in the upstairs apartment. They assured me that I didn't have to worry about our apartment when I went to work...
Sooo...when I get home from work I find three huge industrial size fans and a dehumidifier roaring in the apartment. The sound was deafening. All six apartments on our side of the building suffered various levels of water damage. We were lucky that none of our belongings were damaged, it was water in the walls and carpets.
So my husband and I ended up having to find someplace else to stay for the next few nights. The din from all the fans meant we couldn't even talk to each other, much less be able to sleep. We stayed with our daughter the first night, then opened our RV and stayed at camp the rest of the week. So plans change in the blink of an eye, distractions mess with creativity and word counts. Life happens.
The fans are gone today. Yay!!!
No more excuses. Back to writing.
Natasha
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