September 8, 2004
I woke up this morning to a phone call from the painters telling me that some water from last nights downpour had come into our new place because he had left the windows open last night. I hung up and as I blinked my eyes open I saw water streaming through the terrace door of the apartment I'm staying in here in the city. The room was soaked. Terrace drain problems apparently. The floor was already warping and the fancy (ugly) European carpet had to be pulled out and dried before it shrinks and gets mouldy. I wet-vacced up almost 7 gallons of water. Not good. I've spent all day dealing with mess. Later I will go down to Brooklyn and see what the situation is there.
Tomorrow I fly back to LA to collect my car and get the movers rolling.
I'm glad Jenn is at her Mom's house and was spared dealing with all of this.
I think this random image was taken as I fiddled with the camera. It captures my mood.