That sound of drilling and hammering and vacuuming that is coming collectively from my basement is the sound of progress. Mark and Michelle, if it floods in our absence, leave it alone. The going theory now is that it shouldn’t, but if it does, it tends to swell up to merely the water table, which is just below our water heater and heater critical damage stage.
Looks like we may begin our trip El Norte sooner than I could have hoped. Getting up at 5 this morning paid off. Yes, our basement is still seeping like a teabag in a torrent.