The rain came down, hard, while the porch roof was still torn up. The machine for keeping your books dry was not fully functional. I was away from home working a night shift, sitting up with an old man, when the rain hit. Kathe had to get up by herself, infected throat and all, to deploy newspaper and buckets, move non-waterproof items, drape plastic sheets, all in the middle of the night.
I came home suffering from the ongoing pains of my injured back and the novel discomforts of a cold in the making (I hope not the one that's made Kathe so miserable) and was not much use. We hobbled through the day, the two of us. Not the best day of the year, is what I'm saying. But that's life.
//The Magic 8-Ball says "You'll be better off not knowing the answer to this question."\\
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