Well, we spent the weekend in the only two rooms untouched by the disaster: the guest bedroom and the family room. And we've either eaten out, eaten take out, or delivery pizza for 3 days so I feel like I'm coated in grease (inside and out!) After spending the weekend listening to those dehydrators and fans, the office seems relatively quiet. Rod says he's going to sell that equipment to foreign governments to use as torture devices! And we (finally!) heard from the insurance adjuster last night (he's probably sorry he waited so long to call and then got Rod on the phone after 2 nights of not sleeping because of the noisy machines!), who says he will be at the house on Wednesday to assess the damage.
Meanwhile, because the rescue services only took PARTS of the walls, ceilings, and floors out, I know the mess will get LOTS WORSE before it gets better.
Cie la vie!
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