…and my garage.
I’ll have pictures up later, but for now if you need to speak to me you should use my cell. I have no internets and no landline because a tree has fallen through my wires on the way to and through my garage. I’m poaching wireless right now, and it probably won’t last.
I’m insured, but still: God dammit.
Fuck you, tree.
Update 2: My intertubes are back, and the tree is already cleared away. We seem to be back inside the bounds of civilization. Huzzah!
I’m sure that a few things I didn’t say have added to the melodrama, but for those friends who haven’t visited, my garage contains no car, and is not connected to my house proper – insurance is going to replace the whole thing. The only question right now is how much damage the stuff inside the garage has sustained (Bikes! Tools! My barbecue, and my beloved mitre saw!) but there’s just no way to get into that thing right now. And, bonus for when we get really serious about going in there, there was a full propane tank right behind the door the other night. Where is it now? Good question!
What could possibly go wrong?