Wed 18 Jul 2007
We’ve all had long days, and yesterday was one of mine. For some strange reason, otherwise known as insomnia, I had to face yesterday on two and a half hours of sleep. I was in the office by eight thirty and knockin’ heads with a dysfunctional database. I took a break around three in the afternoon to run an errand that involved carrying $10,000 in cash (just call me Big Daddy Gates) and to grab a bite to eat. Then there was a three hour interview (sadly the highlight of my workday), which resulted in me not leaving work until ten o’clock. The lovely drive home was in rain falling hard enough to make even the ducks want an umbrella.
It was nice to finally be home and enjoy a bit of dinner with Taryn. Later, while I was checking Flickr & Twitter before going to bed, Taryn shouted some unladylike words from downstairs. Looking into the room from the top of the staircase, I could see our cat stranded on an island of dry floor, surrounded by a two inch deep lake of water and mud. The leak we have been dealing with since buying the house last fall has been growing steadily more severe, and the torrential rain last night was more than our sievelike walls could handle. We could actually see the water gurgling into the room through the wall, and it was visibly flowing across the floor. That’s right, our basement had an undertow. There wasn’t anything we could do, so after unplugging everything, we went to bed. Note that I didn’t say ‘to sleep’. In spite of my leaden blanket of fatigue, I could do nothing but listen to the rain falling outside and contemplate building an ark out of old milk crates in my basement.
IMAGE: This is Ty Siscoe. He was our host for the weekend in Virginia. He is “da man”.
