In my closet.
Seriously. It rained in my closet this afternoon.
The day before I head to a conference at the crack of doom.
Four days before I leave the Old Pueblo for over a month.
It freakin' rained in my closet.
But, I have to give a shout out to my leasing company; the rain ended for the day around five, and by six the roofer was here. He did a quick fix, and will be back in the morning to fix it for real.
Makes me awfully glad I've already arranged with a friend to check in on my place when it storms....
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