Then life gets in the way!
Current mood: drained
Category: Life
So I had so many good intentions to keep updates going on the Daytona trip and I got home and my water tank committed suicide. Very. Messy. Suicide by drowning. I had no idea that thirty gallons of water could do so much damage in just a few hours (of course, the thing blew in the middle of the night). Now it sounds like I’m living inside a vaccuum cleaner. There’s a constant roar of dryers and dehumidifyers. All the floors had to be pulled up downstairs. Walls are wet. Books are wet. And I have a lot of books. Furniture is ruined. You know what’s wierd? How little any of that stuff matters. Except for some of the Christmas ornaments that were too soggy to save and over which I found myself getting sentimental. And the books. I’m a writer. Books are like friends. However, luckily most of those are okay, and the ones that aren’t can all be replaced. They tell us it will take two months until we’ll get our downstairs back. I think I can cope just as soon as the blowers get turned off!
Fox news read a bit out of Speed Dating at yesterday’s race. So that was my cool news. And believe me, I needed some after squelching through Lake Warren, formerly known as my downstairs.
