The very minute I published the last post, my landlord frantically knocked on my door. Seeing as I had come up with warm cookies around 9 to find her already turned in for the night, something was obviously up.
The basement had about 2 feet of standing water in it. Her jewelry studio is in the basement.
An hour later with soaked jammies and sore backs, we baled it all out.
Quite the line of summer storms... and that's coming from someone who has personally conjured a few nasty ones.