I had a bad dream. A terrible, frightening dream. Tuesday afternoon I dreamed that the back of the house has vinyl siding under the cedar shingles. And no clapboards under the vinyl. Eeeek!! (I should explain that the back of the house was originally an open porch that was subsequently closed in, so that part of the house is newer than the rest.) Probably this dream was brought on by three visitors in a row on Monday asking me if I was going to put up vinyl siding after I get all the shingles off. Or maybe eating cold pizza right before bedtime did it. Anyway, I woke up terrified that this was some sort of psychic vision.
So I went out in the rain and pried a few shingles off that part of the house. I saw clapboards, but they don't look like the other ones. They're smoother and the paint is really chalky. I'm pretty sure they're wood, but rain and having to go to work Tuesday night prevented me from making the positive ID. As soon as I get home, five hours from now, I'll do further research. In the meantime, I'll fret.