With the aftermath of my Sunday evening flood still alive, I am in the midst of cleaning up the random dirt that has washed into my basement.
While this is not the most exciting activity ever, it has not crushed my poetic spirit. In fact, I wrote a haiku just for the basement flood:
The Great Basement Flood of 2012
My indoor puddle.
Wet floor, not cat pee this time.
Home now with swamp smell.