Most times, when you’re deeply asleep and dreaming and you hear an odd noise, you can often integrate it into the dream and reconcile it with whatever is tickling your subconscious. I’m particularly good at that.
But when it’s a wet-vac running in the next room, that tends to wake you up.
It turns out that a sprinkler head blew in the apartment above me, and about half my kitchen and living room turned into Niagara Falls while I was sawing wood.
I didn’t want to disturb any of my friends at 2 in the morning on a Sunday, so I’m now at work, where I’m lucky enough to have a key and internet access. Oh, and a handy Denny’s in case I get hungry.
Renter’s insurance? What’s that?
