The phone rang @ 6 am w/ a robo-call saying school was cancelled today. No real surprise to Bill, who'd been on the roof trying to clear downspouts @ 2 am. Or to any of us. The rain was so hard and loud last night, it was deafening. Half of the new basement floor flooded -- the water bubbled up from underneath. While I was at the radiation treatment center, Bill was talking to our insurance agent. He laughed. No one is Boulder has flood insurance. After all, we live in the semi-arid west. Hail? Sure. Snow - you betcha. Wind -- but of course. But rain? The 100 year flood? When Boulder's record total September precipitation is 5.5 inches and we got 8.5 in a 24 hour period?! At least we're not as bad off as the folks who don't live on a hill. Or as our neighbors across the street. Ben spent 1/2 the day helping them extract soggy wet carpet. Bill helped with the shop vac. Ugh.
But, at 8 am, sharp, this morning, your faithful scribe was at the Boulder Radiation Therapy Center. Along with the techs (one came from east county over the bridge at Dillon & 287 a half hour before it collapsed), and eventually the doc. Now, it took an hour to the CT scan, not 10 minute. Part of the problem was that all of these fancy machines had to re-boot, after they lost electricty. Mike (the lead tech) never did get the laser going. But, we changed the orientation of my arm to flat so that they can skim the side and not hit bone. Yea!
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