Apparently Jimmy Buffet is the music to listen to while fighting back the water, because Doug has it cranked up loud enough to entertain the entire cove. Since every towel we own is now on the floor and completely soaked, Tommy suggests that we start using “shirts we don’t like very much”. Noah is grumbling about dinner and Amy is wailing because she wants to “go somewhere”. The only place we’re going is to the store for laundry detergent and right back to the basement. I’ll be visiting the laundromat tomorrow to deal with the mountains of soaked towels that my old washer and dryer just can’t deal with fast enough to prevent mildew.