After a day of work, we all wanted showers. The problem was that we all wanted them at once. So three at once managed to overflow the drain capability. By the time we figured it out, there was water in the hall and under the doors of the rooms. So of course, work detail became cleaning detail. We called Dona Emma back to open her door, and found her throw rug thoroughly saturated. Leave it to Katy to turn it into a tool for pushing water toward the slowly functioning drain. The rug worked even better than the mops, until Katy slipped. That's Katy on the floor behind the mop bucket. We decided laughter is the same in every language. (Photo by Dot. Katy, Don't hate me forever.)
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