When I got home from work Monday, I found this:
When I was leaving for work Tuesday, I looked back at the garage before closing the overhead door -- and there was a nice, bright patch of sunlight just to one side of the person-door! Yes, a stubby limb of the branch (or is it the other way around?) had punched through the roof, shingles, roofing felt, surprisingly-thin OSB and all.
It took ninety minutes (and a call to my boss) before I had a tarp over the hole. It's got to cross the roof peak, or it's useless to keep the rain out. That took a lot of tarp, six concrete half-blocks (up a ladder. With a bad knee. There's a trick to it), a long piece of rope and improvised ground anchors.
Work went well enough but once home, I fell asleep on the couch after a microwaved dinner. Barely got awake enough to unfold the futon and put on my nightgown and enjoyed seven blissful hours of slumber before Huck realized it was 0600 and he was going to starve to death unless he was fed immediately.
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