I had a great weekend. I flew to Houston to visit my sister. But all of that joy was sucked from my soul when I stepped foot into my apartment.
It flooded.
Sometime after 7:00 A.M. this past Friday, my toilet decided to keep running...and running...and running, until my entire apartment was flooded. I have no idea when the surrounding neighbors noticed it, but most of my stuff was on my bed, kitchen table, couch, etc.
And now my place smells like a swamp.
I spent about 3 hours this evening going through the damaged goods. I'm pretty dang upset because my Willie Nelson autographed guitar is ruined. I had him sign my very first guitar, so there is also a big sentimental value to it too. All of my 5 guitars, a 50-60 year old violin, and a mandolin were damaged.
Not too fun.
I'm meeting with the insurance adjuster tomorrow morning. I just hope that I don't get completely screwed on the deal.
Keep on keepin on.
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