Corner of Bourbon & Division

So the basement is kind of fubar.

The water pump stopped functioning during the night, is the short version of the story, and ALL the water that accumulated in the French drain came up through the floor.

So now I don't have a floor so much as a small-scale version of the Laurentian Mountain range. The parquet buckled in really interesting ways, and it doesn't look like it's going to fix itself.

Also, the amount of water that sat there has pretty much guaranteed that I'm going to have a mould problem sooner rather than later if it goes untreated. That means ripping up the whole damned floor, doing whatever it is that needs to be done for mould, and then replacing the floor.

Maybe I'm being pessimistic.

Gah.

It's going to be an interesting summer.

On the plus side, because my housekeeping skills have improved considerably, I had almost nothing on the floor in the basement. I had one cardboard box which bit the dust, but it had some of my yarn in it, and it was all in plastic bags, so no harm, no foul.

One of the bookcases is stained on the bottom, but overall, in terms of personal property damage, it's Phnee: 1, Flood: 0.

The plumber has come and gone, and all my plumbing problems are fixed. This is a good thing. Smudge came down from where he took refuge on top of the kitchen cabinets, and the morning routine has returned to normal. All in all, the visit took one hour and ten minutes, including the time it took to go out and get a replacement part for the shower. The plumber was also very careful about not making a mess, which was impressive.

In the meantime, I'm feeling just a wee bit down. I think this has more to do with the fact that I'm tired than anything else. I got up about an hour earlier than I usually do in order to be ready by the time the plumber got here, which means a bit less sleep than usual. I'm also feeling cold, in spite of being indoors and wearing my slippers *and* a polar fleece sweater. Yes, I know it's -34 degrees out there including wind chill, but if I'm feeling cold it's probably because I'm tired (otherwise I generally feel too warm in "normal" temperatures, or just okay during really cold temperatures).

I don't feel like going to work, which is another indication that I'm tired. I know that once I take a shower and get out the front door I'll be okay, but right now that feels a little insurmountable. I should also be making myself lunch before I go, and preparing a dinner to take with me, and instead I've just been sitting here trying to get out of this chair, with no success, I might add.

The phone has rung three times this morning, and only once was it anyone I wanted to talk to. The fact that I felt a strong urge to throw the phone at the wall rather than answer it says a lot for my state of mind these days. I don't really want to talk to anyone, except through the slightly more static medium of LJ comments. Even instant messaging seems like too much of a burden right now, which is silly, but there you go.

In conclusion? Meh. I hate whining like this, but if I don't do it here, then I'd never get it out. I can't whine to my mother, because she worries. If I whine to my father, he tries to solve my problems for me (usually in a way that's not at all practical for me anyway). I don't like to whine to my friends in person, since I feel that there are much better things to talk about while we're together. So. LJ it is. That way, anyone who doesn't want to deal with the whining can just skip the post, or so I tell myself. ;)

Okay. Going to go and do something productive with myself now.