Not My Beautiful House

Okay. So I didn't hold my breath when my car died leaving me stranded and baking in the parking lot a couple of weeks ago. And last week, when I came home to find a third of the house flooded with water coming from the shower, the toilet, and the sink all at once, I thought - "what's a little water?" Ha. Now as I look around at the house stripped - 2 feet of wall and most of the floor - not to mention the dehumidifiers to dry out the floor and the smell of the decontamination chemicals, I'm not feeling so optimistic. As a friend pointed out, "things come in threes." And things could be worse, right? Much, much worse. Right. I'll keep looking for the silver lining.