Yesterday the people at the emergency flood company removed a quartet of huge fans from our basement, where two separate leaks had caused several inches of water to gather on every square inch of floor except where the sump pump is.
The fans did not create white noise that helped lull us to sleep at night. No, it was a constant, 24/7 roar over almost two weeks that started to drive me a little batty, to be honest.
Now there is one dehumidifier humming away down there, and draining pints of water into the main floor bathroom sink.
I will never, ever take blessed silence for granted again.
Don’t it always seem to go
that you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone…
Apropos of nothing in particular, may I present a few of my favourite cartoons?