Four hours appears to be the maximum amount of time I can stay asleep--640 contiguous minutes. I can apparently function on that, so unless it gets worse, I'm not going to worry about it anymore.
Our sump pump finally stopped running 24/7. It was driving me batty. The landscape between here and Indy has completely transformed itself as a result of the flooding. It's like you leave Martinsville and end up in the Netherlands, thoughtfully contemplating land reclamation projects.
This will be a be a day with no privacy. While I was in the shower, the city moved a steam shovel (or whatever its modern-day equivalent is) into my backyard. Dare I hope they are finally going to fill in that trench?
With the proper font, I've got 83 pages at this point.