It started raining last night. Raining hard. We get some torrential downpours but they are almost always associated with thunderstorms. This time, it's just a front or something settled down over us. I have been looking out the big windows upstairs and watching the rain come down without let up.
Most of the morning, I spent paying bills. So I have a headache. I pay all our bills at the end of the month, and may of them are medical bills. You have to watch those guys like a hawk, because hospitals and doctors offices appear to make a practice of hiring incompetents to do their book keeping. I frequently have my payments posted to other accounts, or other peoples payments posted to mine. Between my wife and her constant accidents, and my own medical foibles, a lot of our disposable income goes to medical blood suckers. It's the only business I know where you have to go in and they can charge you absolutely anything they want to. Our insurance, which used to be marginal at best, is now worthless thanks to Barack Hussein. If only I were Hispanic, so I could just go in and not pay at all.
Two months ago I upgraded my kids cell phones to "smart phones." It has proven to be a good call, because living in the city, they can use the internet to check their schedules, etc. on the go. However, my daughter does not have wifi at her house, so she has to use the AT&T network, and that means she is using up the 2 GB of data we pay for all on her lonesome. It doesn't help that she and her mother like to conduct marathon phone conversations that last for more than an hour just about every day. So, tonight my son is going to my daughters house to install a router and get her phone set up to work with wifi when it is available. Maybe that will help keep me out of the poor house. Remember the old song that says "Saint Peter, don't you call me cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store."? Well, substitute AT&T for the company store and that would be me.
I am reading Deep Winter again. It's a good book, and so is the sequel, Shatter. There are actually three books in the series, but the third deals with restoring a political system after a collapse and it gets a little "science fiction" , so though it was not a bad book I don't think I will read it again.
Sherry is a good author, who did his research. Before he wrote the book he communicated with a lot of the survivalists who had blogs, and as a result he hits a lot of things that other authors pass over or give no thought to. It rings true with people who know something about the subject themselves. It's also a darn good book just for entertainment.
I think Commander Zero was right when he said the unusual ferret activity a few nights ago was due to the snake already being in the house. They weren't exhibiting storm behavior, which invariably involves going downstairs and getting under the cedar chest. They were more in hunting mode but I didn't make the connection. When ferrets are alarmed, or angry, or hunting their tails fluff up like a cat. They get low to the ground and they stand still ever so often to smell. Their sense of smell is so far superior to their eyesight that a ferret can be blind and the owner won't know because they navigate so well on smell.
Next time they start patrolling around a part of the house, and making their "Dook, Dook" noise to each other, I'll get a flashlight and start looking for scaly reptilian home invaders under the furniture.