That's the sound of one of the worst catastophes known to man: a port-o-potty blowing over in the wind. It was caused by that crazy-strong windstorm that spent the day thoroughly thrashing and soaking western Washinton. Everything outside that was even kinda-sorta lightweight got blown into the bushes, like tarps, garbage cans, wheelbarrows and yes, the aforementioned port-o-let. No, I am not kidding.
I called Mark this morning to let him know about the accident with the porta-john, but he was already aware of it and had it taken care of before noon. I didn't ask for details. :}
Nothing very productive got done at the house yestarday, because the power went out mid-morning. But today it's been dry and even somewhat sunny and the lights are back on, so things should be back to normal. The tile was supposed to come in today and hopefully they'll have started laying it out, I'm excited to see it.