In deep water.

September 15, Harvard.

If it were a ship it'd be sinking.
The trailer is leaking water in so many places now it's only time before we put on waterproof boots to wade into our home.
There was mold all over the wall by the head of our bed and Nicolas' crib, the wood soaked, water on the floor when we woke up this morning. The smell in the bedroom was deep, rank and tenacious, I should have known. I thought it was all the damp clothes left to never dry, and the towels that haven't dried in three days either. We took everything out that could be taken out and spent the day running all the heaters full blast with the windows open.
But all that is nothing compared to the folks down in Texas, our friend Guennadi included, who have to make do without water or electricity, roads or basic services, when they have not lost everything in hurricane Gustav's devastation.