Water, water everywhere

The water damage guys took all of their stuff out of our house on Monday. This was what the nice man hauled away:

When Cas made it back to the house, we both stood in the kitchen and enjoyed the peace and quiet. Four high-powered fans and an industrial strength dehumidifier kick out some decibels. 

I talked to Jeff a few times this week, as well. He lives in South Carolina, now, and his whole city is dealing with the aftermath of hurricane Joaquin. His house is on a bit of a hill, so he stayed dry. Irony, right? We haven't had any substantial rainfall in Dallas for a few months. Jeff is living in a disaster area dripping with flood water. So why am I the one with the water damage guys coming to my house? 

Alas, the walls are dry and we just need to have the fellas come out to put baseboards back on the dining room and clean the carpet. 

We should have it all wrapped up soon. 

In the meantime, I'm gearing up to enjoy my birthday present. Cas scheduled our sailing excursion for Saturday. Now, we just have to work a few more days until it's time to sail away.