I spent far too much time hanging out in basements this weekend, and am completely exhausted.
First, on Saturday, one of the storage rooms in the basement of my building flooded; since my condo association is currently without a management/maintenance company, that means that it was up to the board members to clean up the mess.
We’re not really sure where the water was coming from, but as hard as it was raining on Saturday, we’re that it was merely a clogged drain hidden away in the corner and just groundwater backing up. We still need to finish ripping out the shelving and rotten wood in the storage room to find out what’s underneath, but need for it to dry out a bit first.
Then it was off to a friend’s house for a party, celebrating her promotion … as the evening developed, the party moved downstairs into the basement and carried on into the wee hours.
Suffice it to say that what happens in the basement, stays in the basement, but the cops were cracking up when they asked us to tone down the noise … home about 5:00am on Sunday morning; to bed about 6:00am, and slept fitfully until 1:30pm … then barely moved for the rest of the day, making it extremely difficult to sleep on Sunday night.
So now it’s Monday morning, and zombie Steven is getting ready to go to work, wondering if he’s going to be able to make it through the day … all because of a Saturday spent in the basement.