The D.C. area is slightly…underwater still. I just spent today ripping up my drenched carpet, which entailed moving a room-length bookshelf across the basement (among other things). Meanwhile, I asked a friend at work this week if she had gotten through the rains okay:
Me: Did your house flood?
Her: No. But we lost the car.
Me: What do you mean, “lost”?
Her: As in, it started floating away and my dad had to escape through the sun roof.
Me: Oh. That kind of “lost”.
Oh, and it was 96 degrees out today.
This is supposed to be a temperate zone!