…were sitting safe in the securest corner of our basement.

Until we let one sprinkler hit a window. Which apparently needs caulk.

I am taking a break right now: my aching back—we are doing an Arno Flood style rescue of soaked diaries and photo albums. A corner of our basement is wet; and we are talking about historic photos—from a relative serving the US military in and out of Germany back in the 1930’s. Things like submarine drydocks, now-lost ships under way…just amazing things. Not to mention hourly weather observations in the north US in the 1920’s or 30’s….

And the irreplaceable family stuff. Birth certificates. Including information on a great-grandmother who lacks public records.

Oh, I tell you, water is a pernicious thing. We now have a dehumidifier, a potent one, running in that corner of the basement, and we are drying things out.