So after all is said and done, more needs to be done.

I’m living like a hoarder here. The things that belong in the closet are still all over the guest room bed and floor and my bedroom floor and I can’t find anything in a hurry.

This morning I went outside with the dog and there was a  giant puddle in the yard.

It being early and all, I thought, “Oh, dew.”

Then I thought, “Oh, dew doesn’t stand.”

If I haven’t mentioned it, I’ve had a headache since this whole giant mess started.

I knew the puddle was a problem, but I had a tennis match to get ready for, so I got the dog back inside and found some migraine meds and got myself together for my match.

Then I remembered my racquet was over at Glenlake being restrung and I really needed to get a move on then.

Once I got to the courts, I called Dekalb County Watershed, which, if you’ve never had to call them, is extremely efficient and pleasant to deal with. They sent somebody right over to deal with The Puddle.

After a thrilling 45-minute chokefest, I went to Publix, only to find that I cannot have any more migraine pills until Wednesday, but that was okay, because I knew that when I got home, the water problem would be fixed.

Not so. I have a private water leak. And they turned my water off at the street.

On the upside, my brother is here and he brought a Boston butt and we had burritos for dinner.

I’ve already called a plumber  and he’ll be here in the morning. While the insulation men are here. Before the ceiling men come back.

I’m expecting it to rain frogs tomorrow.