There's no such thing as a good time for a hurricane but right now, the timing particularly sucks.
Sick horse (The vet's coming back out again tomorrow.) and an under-the-weather Hubby. To make matters even more fun, we finally got a danged good dose of hard rain earlier in the week. Except for a little here and there, it's been dry so we sure needed it. Unfortunately because we having had any, it wasn't until we got some that we discovered we having running water . . . through the dining room ceiling.
With all the phone calls only one roofer bothered to call back. He came out and announced that instead of a spot that needs fixing, the whole roof's shot and needs to be replaced. It's not that I doubt him, the roof's due, but I'd like a second opinion . . . and quote.
Not that we'll have the time now even if the one roofer could get the job done immediately, which he can't. But with Ernesto either heading this way or affecting us even if it's a near miss . . .
Miss Manners says the way to handle uninvited company that just announces their arrival and expects you to comply, is to explain that now's just not a good time. You've already made other plans.
You think that might work?