A Little Thing About A Door

I guess I'm getting those French Doors after all. It rained. And rained. And rained this weekend, more like a waterfall than rain, actually. My Charles got up at 1:00 in the morning on Sunday and took it into his head to check my office. It's a good thing he did. He saw the beginnings of the same water stains that had existed on the floor before all of our work.

I didn't take any pictures. I was too bummed about it. Plus, how compelling are water stains and rolled-up towels inside the track of a sliding glass door? Methinks you can probably imagine that.

It ended up being a good thing that it's taking us so long to finish up the room. If we had already put the flooring in, well, disaster! Because we hadn't gotten to that point, we're going to take the hardware store guy's suggestion of duct taping plastic sheeting over the door until spring. Yep, you read that right -- duct tape and sheeting. Family stuff will definitely take precedent over a permanent fix for the next few weeks, and it will give us ample time to save up for a super swanky new set of my coveted French Doors.