When it Rains, it Pours

The road to BIDMC must be getting threadbare with all our travels in and out. Glad  it is only about 7 miles.  Last weekend Jim saw some fairly dramatic improvement in his level of pain, and although that only lasted for a couple of days, it was a reprieve that reminded him what he's going through all of this for.  He  has had either chemo or radiation every week-day in the past 2 weeks except yesterday.  Today we are back on the daily schedule, but if the radiation he receives is helping, I am all for it!   Lynn has been fantastic helping out with Drew, or driving whenever it is necessary. 

Driving in the medical area is a little harrowing, between the gridlock and constant red lights. It takes 15 minutes to get to the edge of the area, and today 20 minutes to slowly wade in.  

How do people do this every day, year after year?

Speaking of wading... we have a leak in our flat roof which was applied probably 25 years ago. Last night we had buckets festooning spots in the halls, down in the cellar, and water was running down the walls of my most treasured dining room.  Funny how we identify with inanimate objects.  I have never been much of a Ugg person, nor Coach bags, nor a fan of Burbury, but my dining room is all me, and yes, I am very sentimental about it.  So  I am off to try to gently finesse the tea-colored water stains off one section.  

Can anyone recommend someone who does flat rubber roofing?