see i went down there around midnight to look for a box labelled "stereo accessories," since it wasn't in the closet in olja's room, best i could tell. it ain't knee-deep (yet), or even ankle-, except right at the drain, but water covers plenty. it may well be backing up from the sewers. it also seems to be coming in from other places.
i did a little mopping and a good bit of bailing, but the best use of my energy seemed to be in rearranging. i emptied a few cardboard boxes whose bottoms were soaked. (yuck.) if the water rises above the two plastic boxes on which a cardboard one with pictures in it sits, i guess i'll find out the hard way which family photos, besides "grandparents in foam," are in there. it's not like robbie gives a rat's ass. "mom & dad stuff" seemed like maybe i didn't mean anything important by it, and, yeah, "holly's creative writing" being in the same box may have influenced the decision. really i just didn't want to be down there any more, once i saw there's no stemming the tide. guess i'll see how bad it gets when i see how bad it gets.
3/4 of the way down a column of boxes i was relocating, eureka: "stereo accessories." by gum if it didn't have in it the very thing i was hoping to find one of. the little bugger.
now i'm hungry. truck stop breakfast would be good. or hunter's breakfast--- the pre-hunt, middle-of-the-night breakfast buffet at the motel in my college town. (not a good deal if you don't eat meat.) better i just get horizontal & take my swollen-feeling brain to holy obliteration.