It was a very strange day, what with not talking and all. Samith came over to borrow our truck, and I think I said five sentences. Strange.
Anyway, it was a fairly productive day. I worked on my accreditation stuff for school, did a little housework, and taped off the downstairs guestroom. You heard me right – tape.
This house is seventy-five years old, and the windows (at least the ones that aren’t painted shut) are drafty. This one faces north, and today was windy, so you could really feel the wind blowing. Last year I used that rope caulk, but I didn’t like it very much. Tape seemed easier. I taped the edges of the storm window, then the edges of the actual window. It was funny, because when I got to the end, I had a little wind tunnel at the lock.
I taped that off, stuffed some cloth around it, then hung towels over the windows in there, shut the door, then stuffed a towel under the door. (Lloyd says, nothing says White Trash like towels stuffed everywhere.) Yessir, there’s a lot of dead air between me and the outside.