Why does it feel so strange to see the sun shining? All that rain made me retreat into winter mode again and now I feel like a wizened old hermit eyeing the sky warily and with disgust. I don’t trust the sun anymore. It could start raining again at any moment—better to stay indoors just in case.
Last night I shut the sump pump off and then sat on the basement floor watching the water level in the French drain creep up and up. “If it reaches that line of dirt, I’ll turn the pump back on again,” I rationalized. But the water stopped short of the line and for the first time in days I fell asleep without the steady sound of water hissing out of the jury-rigged hose below the window.