4:59 a.m. Molly arrives in my room panting. I wonder if she needs to go outside and go to the top of the stairs. She doesn’t follow, but looks at me wild-eyed! I put 2 and 2 together, listen to the wind outside, and conclude THUNDERSTORM on the way. I open the door to Snowman’s attic bedroom, her favorite storm den. She won’t go up until I turn on the light.
Good morning, Snowman!
5:05 a.m. HUGE RUMBLE OF THUNDER!!!
5:05:03 a.m. The Princess arrives in my bed.
5:50 a.m. Molly rejoins us.
6:09 a.m. Molly rousts us and asks to go back to the attic. As I turn the light on for her again, I hear a suspicious drip. We have a leak by the chimney. It is dripping down behind all the electronic equipment in Snowman’s room. We hurry to move it all, if you can call the slow motion actions of a sleepy teenager "hurrying."
6:49 a.m. As I am about to run out in search of the printer paper needed to finish up Snowman’s homework assignment, I realize I have mislaid my church keys. In a raucous downpour, drive to the earliest opening drugstore, wondering all the way where I may have left them. I conclude they are locked in my office.
6:58 a.m. Kind clerk opens doors two minutes early.
7:03 a.m. Notice garbage trucks on the way home and realize it’s trash day.
7:06 a.m. Paper delivered. Take trash out.
7:08 a.m. I begin searching our kitchen junk drawer, the last place I remember seeing the spare key to my office. I won’t need the outside key, since the nursery school director gets to church first, but I am the only one with a key to my study.
7:10 a.m. Still searching. Among the contents of the junk drawer:
lots of miscellaneous pieces of paper, especially ATM receipts
numerous index cards torn in half for some odd reason
emergency sewing kit (purchased for those times I chaperone The GirlChoir)
package of straight pins (purchased to hem uniform dress for The GirlChoir)
package of needles (Ditto–sense a theme here? No other sewing in my life?)
charger for cell phone
catnip toy in the shape of a padded gingerbread man
7:13 a.m. Give up for now and feed dogs, then cats.
7:18 a.m. Continue searching drawer.
My childhood vaccination record.
Cute cocktail napkins, somewhat rumpled.
Red plastic spoons left unused after church event
Two unidentifiable keys, possibly from house Pure Luck no longer owns.
7:20 a.m. Eureka! Spare Study Key Found!!!!
7:21 a.m. Horn honks. The Father of My Children has arrived early to pick up Snowman, who is still finishing his poster. Run outside in downpour to explain situation.
7:30 a.m. Give Snowman lunch money and send him off with his dad.
7:31 a.m. The Princess wants to discuss Halloween costume. I just want coffee.
7:45 a.m. CNN anchor wonders if voters are "sick of the Mark Foley story?" I wonder what Republican pollster was clever enough to frame the question this way, putting the idea in people’s minds that perhaps the story is old news.
8:00 a.m. Drive The Princess to school, still discussing costume.
8:15 a.m. Blessed quietness and a cup of coffee. Wonder if there is some way to knit the accessories that will turn a pair of leggings and a black shirt into a cat?