Just keep swimming. . .

The spouse and I left the house at 8 a.m. Spouse came home at 9 p.m. and I came home at 10:30 p.m. The master bathroom: Full of standing water. The living room wall: sporting a not-so-attractive waterfall.

I have no idea -- where the water is coming from or what caused it. Right now the water is shut off, and our residential contract people are Calling Around to find us a plumber.

Home ownership. Yay.

On another note, I've been occupying myself moving years worth of pictures from photobucket and my hard drive to flickr and loosely organizing them into sets and collections. It's by location (mostly) and date (sort of), with some relatively uninspired captions. It's mostly friends-only access, because there are freaks out there (behold recent post about "sock picture" flickr groups...). So, if you're a friend, think you might be in some of my pictures, or are just bored and nosy, give me a heads up and I will add you after a thorough background check (or at least a quiz about knitting or proper use of semicolons).