Don't Have a Cow

That is what I am telling myself. I have to do it often. We are doing some roof repairs and have reached the point where the roof is at its most vulnerable to rain. Our lucky streak of no rain for the past few days ended today, and I stressed and ran around with buckets and mopped and cried and had a cow and died. OK I didn't die. But jeez.

Then I took some time to imagine all the terrible outcomes - the rain pours, our house floods and then explodes, everything is gone and we are left alone and naked in our wreck of a yard where the remnants of our concrete walls have smashed our cars and... well, then I had to laugh a little. My imagination gets to me sometimes. Drama queen imagination.

So I took a minute to think about how grateful I am that the storm Irene didn't hit here. For those of you who are dealing with the aftermath, I wish you well.