After the Flood

On Tuesday morning I was alerted to the fact that the downstairs sink was clogged up. That a faucet was left on. That the bathroom, hallway, and a couple feet of the living room were, um, soaked.

I had heard stomping around in the middle of the night, but it was my younger brother's night off (he works the graveyard shift), so I assumed all was well below (meaning, he would take care of whatever that noise was) and simply went back to sleep.

I'm kind of glad I did. That stomping was him trying to soak up excess water with every available towel. He even used some t-shirts. He soaked up like, 12 containers of water with my little Bissell carpet cleaner. He looked pretty beat when I saw him that morning.

After some tiring days of jet-engine like fans and the acrid smell of carpet drying, we are pretty much back to normal. I peeked under the bathroom carpet to check the padding and it looks okay. I did discover that the floor underneath is some kind of weird glossy brick laminate, which I did not know existed.

I'm really hoping 34 gets better....