My little bungalow—a 525-square foot cottage—flooded late Saturday night. I was out of town visiting family; my landlords called and texted me during church Sunday morning to let me know.
As such, I spent Sunday afternoon making a grueling drive through torrential rainstorms back home, then spent the remainder of the evening picking through the soggy remains of my life.
This flooding is the second time; the first was during Hurricane Matthew.
All that being said, a normal post isn’t in the cards for today. Hopefully we’ll get back on track Tuesday—and keep pushing to reverse the alleged “Blue Wave.” My little place is expendable, as are most of my meager possessions—but a flood of Democrats into the House and Senate in November would be far more destructive.
See you Tuesday!
–TPP
The Portly Politico 
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