Well that sucked (Patreon)

The short version is my apartment flooded.

The slightly less short version is that I'm fine, everything is probably going to be fine, but things are going to be upended here for a little while and I expect this to have a distinctly negative effect on my work output.

What happened is my roommate was filling her fish tank and forgot about it, and I discovered something was wrong when the water had built up enough to be seeping through the floors and soaking my carpet in the next room.

Damage is quite minor, all things considered, and seems to be confined to only the carpet. Our downstairs neighbors have been unbelievably kind about this. None of us have lost any valuable possessions and the building hasn't been damaged, we're just living in a swamp of fishwater up here because it's soaked fully into the carpets. We're not being evicted or anything, and my roommate who caused the incident has renter's insurance, so everything should be covered. At this point my only real concern long-term is that they'll raise our rent over this.

The interim solution, however, is that the building management company brought in a restoration company, who surveyed the damage and have plunked down two heavy-duty industrial carpet-drying fans, which have to run non-stop for the next three days. The one in my room is right at my desk, in the only place where I can put a desk chair.

Even that isn't completely ruinous, aside from the fact that they keep tripping the circuit breaker. I switched out my office chair for one of the lawn chairs we keep outside and I can still sit at my keyboard without getting in its way. The breeze is actually quite refreshing, at this time of year. Less exciting is that my bed is right behind this thing, and it is loud.  Roomie has already moved to the living room while her room is being blow-dried, and there's really not space to lay out a mattress anywhere else in here, so...we'll see how well I sleep for the next few days. My guess is not very. But hey, it drowns out the tinnitus, so I won't even need to play my nature sounds to sleep. Can't hear 'em anyway.

So this is not a call for help; as things stand at the moment and pending any further bad news, I shouldn't need anything. I'm just keeping everybody in the loop about the fact that shit is topsy turvy at Chez Webb right now and while I don't yet know exactly how this is going to interact with my mental illness, I am not expecting to have a positive or productive few days. Things may look different tomorrow when I've had time to get accustomed to this situation; I'll get to writing if I can. I'm not willing to promise anything, though.

Life's an adventure, eh?