We had a little weather incident last night that wasn't "supposed" to happen. You know those "20% chance of rain" forecast? Yeah, it came with golf ball sized hail, 70 mph winds and a shitload of rain. 20% my ass. "Well, Angel, meteorology isn't an exact science." Alchemy is a more exact science than meteorology.
We've got window damage, roof damage, my storm door on the garage is beaten to hell. Two huge branches from our only good tree are down in the front yard. We've inherited battered patio furniture from the neighbors. It was Max's first storm with us. He's fearless. Or a wimp. Not sure which, but wherever I went, he was on my heels. Checking on the chicks, checking windows, he was right there with me. He was either protecting me or making sure I didn't abandon him to the storm monster.
Anyway, called the insurance adjuster this morning and was given the precise appointment time of "between 9 and 1". I'll be somewhat busy today cleaning, waiting and calling roofers. Won't have much time to post, so I'm going to leave this here for your entertainment.