After two days of sun so bright and temperatures reaching 80F, we were hit with a forty degree drop and heavy rain. Rain so drunken that at 8:30pm when I was dozing in front of the television in snowflake flannel pajamas watching Derek Jacobi in LAST TANGO IN HALIFAX, the house mates woke me. "Mom, our room is leaking from the doorway ceiling!"
My head-of-household and motherly protective instincts kicked in. I assessed the dripping where someone had placed a towel on the floor. …