Heavy rain in the forecast, with the ground still frozen. That means flooding. What fun.

I expect to be okay at home, and I sure don’t want to be out in that. I have a date with the hairdresser this afternoon and I had planned a trip to Habitat for Humanity with the huge Breville toaster oven, so I hope the worst of this latest lake-effect weather system will move through quickly.

As the sale of my house approaches, I find myself gradually detaching from Stratford stuff. I have two more concerts to sing with the concert choir and I don’t really care. The church is having a special vestry meeting to discuss its latest crisis and I won’t go. I’m in a state of emotional suspension that is very new to me.

But today the purple bathroom project begins, and Marco is due any minute. I must turn the cat off my lap and get on with the day.