At 2:55 this morning, the dog informed me that the storm had arrived. She does not like thunder and wanted reassurance. Around an hour later, my wife said, "There's water in the garage!"
No big deal, I thought. We sometimes get a little water in our garage when there's a heavy storm. This time, however, boxes were floating around. I got out there and began filling buckets and large storage containers with water and jamming plastic bags under the garage door in hope of stemming the flow.
After a long period of intense old man labor - the most sophisticated kind - things looked better. My wife reported, "I can see the street now." A very good sign. Earlier, the front yard and street looked like a river. [The speed bump near the edge of our property didn't help.]
It's still coming down. I need to check my garage.
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