So the remnants of Hurricane Isaac finally made their way to Indiana. As someone who is obsessed with rain because it fires up my writing muse, I was only too happy to move into the living room and set up shop by our huge picture window. I turned on my netbook, lit my oil lamp, pulled back the curtains so that I could watch the downpour, and let out a happy sigh. And then, not even three minutes later…
Water. Right on the trackpad of my netbook.
What the heck?
Lifting my head, I spy five cracks in the ceiling, one of which is allowing Isaac right inside my home.
Calling the landlord tomorrow…
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I like the idea of writing next to a big window during the rain also.