Cliche, yeah. But also true.
I did another section of the herbicide spraying early this morning, ahead of the heat. Only about 70°F, but 100% humidity. Still a bit foggy.
Ugh. Just walking around in that is unpleasant, and carrying a backpack sprayer even more so.
In good news, the Venerable Prius is reportedly fixed, so I guess we'll be organizing a post-lunch family outing to West Knoxville so I can retrieve it. Before the storm arrives tomorrow morning. (Looks like a couple of days of Really Remain Indoors coming up. Should do the pond a power of good. Also, there are advantages to living on high ground.)
Update: I said reportedly fixed? Yeah. Retrieved it; started driving home, following Joy, with the guess gauge reading right around half; thought I smelled gasoline, vaguely, but figured that could be residual smell. The gauge dropped one bar; well, that doesn't necessarily mean much. Then it dropped another bar. Eep? Just about then, Joy pulled into a parking lot, and I followed. She thought she smelled gasoline. And, yup, there's a dribble under the right rear door.
Revised plan: stop at the very next gas station, fill up, run for home, and call the service department when we get there. Gauge drops another bar; now it's down to one, though I haven't heard the warning chime yet. A gas station! Fill up (I think it took about 10.3 gallons, so there must have been something over a gallon left in the tank, I think). Head for home. Arrive with the gauge still showing full, but then it's notoriously nonlinear.
It dribbled a bit more on the lawn, but then seems to have stopped or at least slowed down considerably. Could be this leak only happens when the fuel pump is running...?
Anyway, I left a voicemail for the service guy. Not going to try to do anything about this until the storm passes; Whether Underpants is showing over an inch and a half of rain on the way. Wheeee!
Update 2: Heard back from the service guy; apparently my number showed up on the call log, but the actual voicemail had gotten lost. Anyway, gonne try again Thursday-ish.
And, as of 1928, the weather's vintage Intel CPU has gotten slightly modernized; it's now 8085. Yeah, downright tropical humidity. Indoors, it's also 80°F, but at a much more reasonable 50% humidity.
In other news, the new dehumidifier is slowly accomplishing its mission, having reduced the basement humidity from a fetid 70% last Thursday to a reasonable 51% today. Setpoint is 50%, so it should be going to part-time operation soon... unless the storm makes the soil near the house so soggy we start seeing seepage, which seldom happens.
Ah, well. Time to wind down already, and I didn't actually accomplish anything today other than a little weed-spraying and dragging the garbage bin down to the road. Flash flood watch through Wednesday afternoon, yeah, seems like a couple of days for keeping safe indoors.
Update 3: Storm arrived at 2025. Rain pelting the windows, hard. Wind gusting to 20+ MPH already. I'm glad I took care of the garbage bin when I did.
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