So, Hurricane Bill wasn't as bad as Hurricane Juan.

As soon as I woke up, as I described in the previous post, the wind was howling and it was raining really hard. So hard that it was coming through the window frame.

But you know what I did? I used the handyman's secret weapon. That worked, sort of. The drips slowed. But then I had another problem. The water had formed a big pool on the window sill, and it was only getting bigger. So I took some towels and placed them there, hoping that would soak up the water.

All this, and Ben was still sleeping.

The water was coming in more quickly than I thought. The towels were soon soaked. I tried to replace it, rushing the wet towel into the bathroom (and stepping on sleeping Ben in the process, because the bed is right against the window). Eventually I was satisfied with the work I had done and returned to writing on my computer.

A few hours later, Ben got out of bed. "Uh...Clare, why is all this water on the floor?"

"Oh, I had to rush the towel to the bathroom, but..."

Then I swiveled around on my chair and looked down. And for the second time in my life, my bedroom floor was covered with water.

Okay, so it wasn't as bad as the first time. Those of you who recall, I had a very nasty flood two years ago in the house where I stayed. This was only a traveling puddle. The only casualties were a few wet garments, which I hung to dry. I had had enough sense to move all the books off the window sill before they got wet (Wet books would've been the greatest tragedy ever!).

Ben and I placed towels on the floor to soak up the water. Then he got the idea to take our mixing bowels under the dripping towels from the window sill. And believe me, it was a great idea. We caught so much water! Like, two entire basins full before the storm died down. If we hadn't did that, we would've had a bigger problem on our hands.

And by late that afternoon, the storm had passed. The sun even came out. That means that yes, I still have to go to work today. :P