Well, drama aside, I left work yesterday and drove to my apartment complex. My landlord was coming out of a building with a buddy. They looked dirty and tired. I get out and I'm like
"How bad is it, Matt?"
He looks a little grim, a little bummed.
"Pretty bad."
I look past him to the dumpster that is now stacked twice as high as it should be. Surrounding it is a wall of couches and beds and movies and books and CDs and TVs and pieces of everyday life that we take for granted but would be hard-pressed to replace with ease.

So much loss. All materialistic shit but still...

I look into one of the buildings. Jenny and her sister and brother are helping Matt out ("It was only Matt and the other guy, Jon. They'd have been here forever."). I ask how much she lost. She smiles a little and says she didn't lose anything. Her boyfriend and her had stayed until 2:00AM loading the rest of their goods onto a trailer. I'm glad for that at least. It seems the water level only reached about six inches on the ground floor. So no big deal for the tenants. They even get new carpet out of the deal. Matt told me and the other upstairs tenant we could move back last night and that the others should be back by Thursday. People in the other buildings weren't so lucky. I'm gonna try to get a pic of it tonight. The scope of the loss really sucks. The wall of minutae was even larger today.

At the end of the day, I cracked a beer, read some of my book, watched Rules of Engagement which was ok and then I watched Air Force One which is really only Die Hard but dumber but with a cooler lead. I love it anyway.