I've been in banking too long

I dreamed that the New York Prime rate (that's the interest rate index on which most commercial loans are based) had risen by three-quarters of a point. It was big news in the dream. (It'd be big news in life, too; Prime hasn't made a jump that large at one time since 1994).

This morning, I couldn't remember if I'd dreamed it or heard it somewhere, so I had to go check. Hmp. I want to go back to dreaming about tropical islands and talking animals.

Can't Sleep, House Will Eat Me

My basement, to no one's surprise, including mine, is leaking. Whee! I first noticed it on Saturday, as I was vainly trying to unpack things. The southeast corner of the main basement seemed to have the worst of it. It wasn't a deluge by any means, thankfully. In fact, I wouldn't even have noticed except that the floor felt colder in that area under my bare feet. The water was leeching in through the walls and then get sucked into the carpet padding.
( You want a piece of me, house? )