Day 18: Friday, October 8

It’s a good thing the crew came by yesterday and removed the mound of materials that had been gathering in my side yard--the framing posts, the extra drywall, the puffy piles of pink insulation--because this morning, at precisely 5:15, heralded only by the sudden growling of Humphrey, it began to rain. 

I picked up my phone from the nightstand and saw that three friends had beat me to it with their Facebook posts. 

It’s raining!
I love the smell of rain in the air. 
Omg, it’s officially Fall. 

This means we at the DeBoard house have survived Summer Part 3, those endless 90 degree days where the eighteen-year-old A/C still kicks on weirdly late in the night. We have arrived at open-window Fall. We have made it through the last of the Central Valley dust that settles in the middle of July and then hangs around, sweeping into nooks and crannies, lodging in corners, coating our air filters. We have arrived at sweater and legging season, at random afternoon hot chocolate, at roasted vegetables and pumpkin-flavored things. 

Well--at least in five weeks, I should be able to roast some vegetables. 

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Look, dogs: a dance floor!

I brought the crew some donuts and because I'm a saint, I didn't even eat one myself.