A Minor Disaster

It really was only a minor disaster, but only if you keep in mind that I'm not using the word "disaster" for comic effect.

Someone flushed the upstairs toilet and walked away from it, not bothering to make sure that it wasn't stopped up or running through.

Disastrously, it was. Both.

Water poured out onto the bathroom floor. Spread into the hallway. Would have headed down the long upstairs hall except that there was a doorjamb in the way. Ditto for the doorway into Tes' room. It pooled up nice and deep, and then it started leaking down into the pantry.

Now there are newspapers on the floor upstairs, and down. The kitchen is full of stuff pulled out of the pantry to dry. Some things will have to be carefully cleaned, others will have to be thrown out. A lot of stuff is going to have to be put somewhere else, because the cardboard boxes it was stored in are soggy and delaminating.

Oh, well. Could be worse. I have this sudden image of George W. Bush yanking the plunger out of my hand shrieking "Do you want the toilet to win? Stay the course!"

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "When you get a chance, could you soak a sponge in bleach water and wipe me off?"\\