this morning #2173.

this morning, the level of wetness that’d overtaken the basement had her teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown. the rain just kept coming. fleeing from the sky in an unending supply that’d saturated the ground & then somehow found its way through the foundation. she’d managed to move a ton of stuff off of the floor & up on to shelves, but now the nasty ass cellar water was far too high for her to easily make her way through. she assumed that, at this rate, it’d rise up enough to reach the shelves in about an hour. she tried explaining all this to her dad over the phone but he had NO good advice. urged her to relax. said that the rain would stop. she could deal with it then. forced her to hang up on him again.