womzilla | Can we get a re-start on this month?

Because the last week unfolded very differently than we had expected, we decided to defer driving to MythCon until tonight. I ran errands much of the afternoon (checking the rats in at boarding; taking the weekend recycling run; and so forth) and assisted around the house. All was going well.

We were about ten minutes away from leaving when the skies really opened up. I mean, really. I mean, as in, I looked out the window and saw the storm gutters overflowing with a river of water. Which, true to form, meant that five minutes later, we had two inches of water in the basement.

So, we've spent the last three hours swamping things out. I shocked myself twice, neither time severely. Because this has happened before, and because I had a couple of minutes warning to start moving things, we had less stuff close to the ground than in the past--I'm sure we're still going to lose some stuff, but not much.

I blame Still-Preznit Bush and his global-warming enthusiastic fucktardery. Really, I do.