We're finally getting the water damage inside our house repaired this week. This was from the storm we had last August, when golf ball-sized hail destroyed our roof. We got our new roof months ago, but it's taken AGES to get the water damage in the interior of the house taken care of. I suppose I shouldn't complain too much. It's all covered by insurance.

So I'm working from home today, ensconced in the basement with the cats. They were freaked out at first by all the sawing and hammering and footsteps and fumes coming from the upper level. Now they're just bickering like children and attempting to drape themselves on me whenever possible. You know, the usual.

It's so cold in our basement, I've had to dig out the winter weather gear. I'm actually quite cozy now. I feel sort of like I'm hanging out in a bomb shelter, what with the winter gear, the stores of foodstuffs I've stashed down here, and all the necessities. Am I the only one who went through a phase as a child where I thought it would be REALLY COOL to have to live in a bomb shelter for a while? Yeah, I thought so. I'm really weird.