Fucking Pine Trees

A big fuck you to hurricane Rita, who sent a large limb through the good side of the roof and a leak into the bedroom, where everything not destroyed is currently being stored. Luckily we have our honest roofer up there anyway, and he said something to the effect of him sticking it on our tab. The super huge pine on the side of the house has limbs like the one we're fretting over now swinging in all directions--it could be that we have the roofer out again next week. We need to take the tree down, which, due to its size, we can expect to cost anout 4k. But even if I had the cash in hand, there's not a tree crew to be found around here--they will only remove trees from houses--no extra cutting.

The leader of the sheetrock crew, Arian, somehow broke his hand and has deemed himself unable to give orders. So yet another day passes without them working.

We're just working around the cracked slab, hoping it's a surface crack. And I know this is a dumb thing to worry about, but I want to see of there are any christmas tree ornaments left in the attic, in case it turns out we do have Christmas this year.

Days I've been waiting for a check the insurance agent "overnighted" to us: 9.