Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink. Well, okay, I guess I could have drank it if I'd wanted to do so, but, bleck! Isn't it interesting that basements, being the lowest part of the house are not better equipped to deal with water? After all, gravity, being what it is, tends to cause water to seek the lowest place, in this case, my basement. One would think that there would be a drain installed in every basement so that in just such a situation, the water would be able to go somewhere other than on to the carpet. Of course, in an ideal world, waste lines from water softeners would never leak and thus such things as drains would never be needed. Ha!

Life is so unusual some days. No matter how deeply you bury yourself in something, it always has a way of letting you know that it's there. It finds a loop-hole in your protective logic and pokes at you through it. That being said, I think the confusion is about to start again. *sigh* May I be given the strength to endure it better this time.