If cooking my latest meal isn’t a testament to my current sleeping pattern, I don’t know what is. Chicken noodles are on the dinner menu. I put a whole chicken in the crockpot before bed and set it to cook on high for 8 hours… overnight. When the dogs decided night was over for me, the chicken still had 4 hours left to cook.
As I’m typing this in the dark…
The house smells amazing and I can hear the rain pelting on the metal roof. I guess getting up long before dawn isn’t all bad. But it’s MOSTLY pretty darned awful. Might as well start cooking the noodles…
Daybreak, breakfast, and swift moving water.
Officially daylight — even though there’s no sign of the sun — the girls had breakfast. I put on my medieval peasant shoes for Dharma’s second escort off the deck for the day. Normally, it’s quiet outside of the barndo in the mornings… but this morning, I could hear a roaring of fast moving water!
So. Much. Rain. The sound was of water pushing through the downspouts, being diverted to areas away from the barndo. Obviously, the addition of gutter guards was a good investment. This time last year, Mr. Pesky was on a ladder precariously high with a stick, unclogging those same downspouts that are freely transporting water this morning.
