Dank city

So we're creeping up on the record for consecutive days of soggy misery. I'm not surprised — I think I'm also closing in on a personal best for unbroken string of feeling like utter crap.

Interesting how much more acutely aware of the rain I am now that I live in a house with a leaky basement. It takes at least 5 or 6 days of continuous rain before water even begins to seep in (after the ground becomes completely waterlogged) — so we essentially only deal with this problem in January. In previous years, we'd have a week or two of dampness downstairs, which would dry up quickly once the rain let up (the previous owners wisely put thin, resilient industrial-grade carpet down there). A little sprinkle of Lysol powder and a pass with the vaccuum, and it's more or less back to normal.

This year, however, the familiar squishy blotch has grown into a widening, deepening splashy puddle that's making its way toward the guest room and the garage. I tried a series of absorbant barricades to halt its progress, but that worked out to be merely a delaying action (during which we should have been staging an evacuation, I fear). Mold and sediment are now in play.

All we'd need is 48 hours sans pleuie to put us back above sea level. Alas, that doesn't seem to be in the cards.

Argh.

On the bright side: Scientists de-stink dung. So it all evens out.