I managed to get to Perfecto's Caffe so at least I'm caffeinated. I did accidentally inhale a gob of foamed milk and coughed til I turned blue but other than that and the harrowing ride home things proceeded fairly well. When I got home I had an urgent voice mail from an old friend on the west coast wanting me to call back immediately. Which I did. Now, this friend had supposedly moved to Massachusetts while I was in Russia (according to voice mail that accumulated while I was gone) so I was surprised. I was even more surprised when I called back and found out she wanted to borrow money in order to move here. I said no for the first time in my life. I feel shitty but I had to do it. It's a long complicated story and I don't want to get hooked into it again. I feel a little guilty, a little harsh, but she has never paid back any of the gobs of money I've loaned her to bail her out of various jams - most of which involved her first husband as does this one.
My day continued to deteriorate when I checked my e-mail and found a solicitation for child pornography! The sender claimed to have gotten my name off a mailing list of people interested in such things. I wanted to vomit. Instead I forwarded the message to the office staff of my internet service provider with a note explaining I am deeply offended. If this is somebody's idea of a joke, I'm even more deeply offended. I'm not even on any internet mailing lists and certainly not any dealing with exploitation of children! I can't think of any crime worse than exploiting children. I feel ill. I'm angry!
Now my dishwasher is banging like crazy and my toilet has started flushing itself every 20 minutes. I should call a plumber. I should call somebody to fix the left front tire, but right now it seems to be holding air well enough for me to drive it to a garage assuming I can find one on one of the roads that is not flooded. I haven't checked the basement yet. I am afraid. Very afraid. I had the condo association dig a channel in the basement to divert the water after the flood of '87 breached the santicty of the foundation, but I don't trust it to handle this much water. This is a lot of water. A way wicked lot of water as we say in Massachusetts.