Today

So, today I get out of bed, go shower, get dressed for work, head downstairs, take my lunch out of the fridge and put it in a bag (filet mignon with blue cheese and grilled yellow pepper and zuchini I cooked last night), stare at the empty coffee pot and suddenly become aware that I'm hearing rushing water. Coming from the basement. There shouldn't be rushing water in the basement.
I fly to the basement door in my work clothes, peer downstairs and see what amounts to a firehose of water spewing out of the sump pump drain pipe into the basement. Two inches of standing water on the floor. I slam the door, go back upstairs and strip naked (why I had to go back upstairs to the bedroom to do this is beyond me). I run back down the two flights of stairs and trek over to the firehose of ice water. I realize I need a flathead screwdriver and head back up one flight of stairs, then back to the firehose and get soaked trying to re-connect the @$&_*#%&$#^&% pipe. At this point the circuit breaker trips, so the firehose stops, the dehumidifier also stops, and my risk of electrocution diminishes. Without the firehose effect, it is much easier to reconnect the pipe, re-set the circuit breaker and head back upstairs, dripping. I go back upstairs, towel off and re-dress to face the day. When I arrive back on the first floor, Keri asks me what I had paced for lunch before all of this chaos began. I described my succulent meal, and she pointed into the backyard. I could see the remains of the container and bag, messily devoured by the dogs who totally took advantage of my naked situation, knowing I couldn't pursue them while nekkid and dripping.
So Jill, when you post and say nothing is happening in your life... nothing is happening in mine, but I was able to provide you with rich detail to occupy those sleepless hours.