Father’s Day was this past weekend, and I’ve only recently become aware over the past ten years or so how tricky these types of family holidays have become. In the “good old days”, I used to find a suitable greeting card for my parents, and possibly try and do something nice for them (like pick up my room) in order to show my gratitude and love towards them. That was pretty much as complicated as it got. Then came social media, and it became an even greater expression of appreciation to share your feelings towards your loved ones with your entire sphere of influence and beyond.
Today is the one-week anniversary of my office room being declared (by me) a natural disaster. When your barefoot eight year old steps back and asks “why is it wet, there?”, you tend to spring into action, especially when it’s a basement room and the rain has been constant and heavy. And act I did, unplugging all of my equipment, moving my computer desk (and some bookshelves), and peeling back about 1/3 of the carpet to reveal a saturated pad underneath. Next came the box fan, de-humidifier and wet vac damage control. The wet vac was able to pull some of the moisture out. But for the most part, only time and good air circulation was going to cure the dampness of the room. A few days time, actually.