I slept in this morning, something I've not been able to do for the past six weeks. For weeks after the flood, a hour or two was all the sleep I could get, and when it was longer, I was still waking up at 3 a.m. every morning, and couldn't get back to sleep.

When I finally got going, I decided to walk up to the trash pile on the highway with an old piece of carpet, and just as I got to my gate, here came a white pickup, and it was my friend Bridget and her drunken husband, returning from a trash run to town. It was a huge coincidence, and I can't think of anyone I'd rather have met up with, unless it was one of you.

This afternoon I swapped my two vehicles around to get them both into the garage for the winter. We've stored stuff in one side for years, so this was a big deal. It's a tight fit for the car, but I got it in there without scratching the paint.



Now that I've gotten them in there, we'll probably keep it that way when summer comes.