D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

The housemate had a team in from a maintenance company; I wound up spending almost the whole day in my room with the dog. They successfully restored power to the ceiling lights in both bedrooms, got the kitchen exhaust fan in good working order again, and even resecured the piece of flashing where the back porch attaches to the house, which had been banging loudly in every windstorm. They also flushed out most or all of the gutters and downspouts; the dog and I watched with interest while they operated on the downspout next to the window. Meanwhile it kept varying between light rain and downpours, so they understood at once the reason for the bucket in the porch room.

D.O.P.-T.

The bucket was 2/3 full when I got up, and the dog and I got fairly wet on walkies. The park was almost deserted: one woman wandering about with an umbrella and one man in a hoodie determinedly jogging.