We had some damage this time, in our utility/laundry room. We’d let stuff pile up there for years, and when this time the drain in the floor clogged with debris, about an inch of water gathered. That was Thursday night. I spent most of the last two days cleaning it out, laboriously sorting the vast number of things, mostly screws and other fasteners and assorted hardware that got spilled over time, and then coated with some kind of muck. In all this I’ve thrown out things I have no idea why I thought to save, and before throwing out a dehumidifier that had stopped working years ago though new, took a few minutes to see if I could figure out why it didn’t work. Within fifteen minutes I found it in the switch, set it for always on, and put it back together. It’s running now next to my son’s all-day-every-day computer station, and while he complains about the noise, he wears a headset with mike anyway, and I can already feel the difference, even from before. I had meant to get to the cleanup soon, but now I have no choice. I’m hoping to clean and sort all the rooms in the basement for the next few weeks of free time, if that’s how long I have. I’ll build up a great deal of capital for better living in the process, get back the use of things like the dehumidifier—I’m sure there’ll be other examples—and just live more comfortably. That way the whole interlude will be positive; the list of things I can do, with existing tools and spending nearly nothing, is very long. I should, and do feel lucky.