In the middle of the night, we both wake up. Lut checks the time on the cell phone, because we're both thinking it must be almost dawn by now. No, it's 1:30.
It's still raining. The power is still out.
Lut calls the power company. The power will be back on at 4:30AM. No big deal. We should be sleeping anyway.
Except that the power's out. During a storm.
The sump pump in the basement is electric.
So, my basement flooded, again. In a new and interesting way: the sump pump overflowed.
I guess I should buy a generator.
I didn't sleep well after that early-morning wake up. I kept having disorienting dreams about what was happening. I dreamed, several times, that the power had come back on -- only to wake and discover that it hadn't.
I dreamed that I was talking to neighbors that I'd just met in the dream, and telling them I'd decided to sell the house and move. "I'm sick of dealing with the basement. And I never did finish unpacking, so now I won't have to."
I dreamed one of my co-workers had set up for a garage sale the night before the storm, and left everything out and uncovered when it rained. I dreamed the basement flooded again. No, wait, that part really happened. I also wheeled the lawnmower back into the garage, through the rain, at 1:30 in the morning. It gave me something to do since I couldn't sleep anyway.
Tomorrow, I'll call the city and ask them when the work on the sewer will start, and what they plan to do around my house.