OK, I'm Awake Now!!

Rude alarm clock #1: 'We've got problems!' This from Tim as he sticks his head into the bedroom to wake me up Sunday evening. Yep, I'd definitely have to agree with that, as I follow him downstairs to the basement where he has been trying to shop-vac ankle-deep water out of the sump pump room. It's overflowed the half-inch barrier at the door and is pooling in the main room. Water has seeped under the wall, into the bedroom, bedroom closet and bathroom. After 4+ inches of rain over the weekend, some kind of blockage has occurred in the piping, and water sprayed from a loose check valve, and the pump quit working long enough to flood the place.

Rude alarm clock #2: Karl shows up minutes later to assess the problem...with a cast on his right wrist. We then find out three weeks ago he blacked out one afternoon for no apparent reason while on a roof and took a 15-foot tumble. Oh, and a couple broken facial bones and rib, too. You'd never know all this happened to look at him, and the cast was partially hidden by his shirt sleeve. He probably wouldn't have even said a word about it if I hadn't pulled up the sleeve and inquired as to what happened.