We had a big wind come through this morning. I can't tell if it is salvageable, because I can't lift the thing up by myself.
This was the only damage, no trees or large limbs were lost, no hail on my brand new roof, so I should consider myself lucky. So why am I still so sad (ok, angry) about losing this?
I want Mom to be able to enjoy the outdoors in safety. With a few cases of West Nile Virus being reported on the news, I don't feel it is safe for Mom to sit outside with all the thirsty blood suckers out there. Aauuugh!
It probably doesn't help that I'm operating on about three hours of sleep. I thought there was a bat in the house all night, because I kept hearing things, but could never find anything when I would get up and look. Just when I finally gave up and was about to doze off, Mom was up at 3. I was able to get her back to bed around 4, then the dogs were barking/snuffling at something, which didn't help my suspicions that there was something in the house, then I was up at 7. I want a nap! Sorry for the whining.