A drop of hope

Good news is hard to come by during these times. I am very fortunate that the damage to my house didn't exceed minor flooding. My editor and I returned to our home this morning, and much to our surprise and relief, nothing had changed. There was no more apparent damage to my home, or my sisters. My editor and I started our cleanup effort, which made a huge difference in our moral. If the weather is as merciful as it was today, I'll be able to save my home. 

We started by rearranging the panic clutter so that when we have to put it back, it won't take a lot of effort. If it does flood again, everything is in a much better place that it was previously. Our crappy old steam cleaner gave us a lot of hope, as it sucked and sucked and sucked water from our carpets. We didn't get all of it, and we could have stayed longer to finish, but my editor and I were exhausted and daylight was running out. 

My mother is going to fly into town on Monday to assess the damage, and her friend is letting us borrow an industrial shop vac, which will be a huge help tomorrow. I'm just hoping that everything will dry up enough so I can move furniture, and clean the other areas.

Also, my fish are ok. So that is good.

Nothing much else to report here, so I'm going to bed.