No, my night was full of tossing and turning, fitful non-sleep interrupted by one of my dogs have poopy runs on my bedroom rug. I decamped to another bedroom and ordered a rug shampooer on Amazon. The smell. Oh, Lord. I've been contemplating a shampooer, as I have three dogs and these things are bound to happen. But I've been putting it off. No more. This was the final straw, so to speak.
It was supposed to be here early afternoon. Crickets.
I took a break in my housework today to call a good friend in North Carolina. She's well out of the way of Helene. A California transplant, she moved to Mt. Airy a decade ago, tired of the floods and mudslides of Big Sur and Carmel Valley. This woman is prepared. Her neighbours, shocked by Helene, are asking her advice for emergency supplies. She has a well stocked pantry, plenty of bottled water, and a Coleman propane camp stove. This was an essential in California where we lived through earthquakes, fires, floods and mudslides. As western NC is showing us, it can happen anywhere.
Our conversation was a balm to my horribilis noctis. We attended high school together, and though we go years between visits, we always pick up where we left off. The very best kind of friendship.
Thanks, friend.
I have become a believer in washable rugs. I'm about to change out my non-washable very stained one for one I can pop in the washing machine. Friendship such as you describe is one of life's greatest gifts.
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