Sometimes, Eight Inches Is Not A Good Thing
Water, Water Water... I'm so sick of water. For the last three days I've been manning the pump and the shop vac in my basement trying to stay ahead of the water vesuviating up through the floor, trying to save my bands practice space. After eight strait days of rain, the ground water table just went berserk. If you've seen the new over the last couple of days, you've probably seen how bad it's been in my little corner of Massachusetts.
Well, I am happy to report that to spite the fact that I feel like I could sleep for a month, I have bested the forces of nature and emerged victorious.