It Was A Dark And Stormy Night

It’s a dark and stormy night. Well, it was a dark and stormy night, following a gray and rainy day, but it has stopped raining now. No more wet.

At least, not outside. Inside, it’s a different matter. For you see, the human female—fool her once, shame on her; fool her twice, shame on her again—when she was leaving an evening tutoring session, just tossed her travel mug into her backpack and then chucked the backpack into her car.

You see where this is going, don’t you? She’ll blame me, saying I distracted her while she was getting her things together and thinking about finding her way home in the dark from unfamiliar territory and on wet streets, but the truth is that she is just that feckless and forgot to seal her mostly-full travel mug before scampering.

Now she’s at home and has just discovered the luggage equivalent of Lake Agassiz in her Jansport. And, compared to previous backpack floods (all of identical origin!), this one is a doozy. She is now pouring water out of it into the sink.

All of the contents have had to be removed and will have to be triaged. Some, like a manila envelope full of class handouts, aren’t worth saving and go right into the trash.

Others will need to air out on towels for a day or so.

Guess we’ll find out if those bead links are stainless steel, won’t we?

Fisi has shown up to help examine the soggy mess.

And to see if any of it is edible…

The things that aren’t wet but which need a place to reside until such time as the backpack is dry have all gone into the largest mixing bowl.

Is that a matching pair of gloves? I don’t believe it!

Great Frigga’s Corset! What is this?! Is this more of yesterday’s inksplosion?

Ehehehe! No. It’s just the little Guatemalan zipper pouch the human female’s been carrying around for a decade or more. Come to find out, it’s not even remotely colorfast. This big dye puddle is after a thorough rinsing. The human female has put it in some water and is going to let it soak for a couple of days.

This may be a looong soak.

And what of the backpack itself?

Drying out in shower, scene of so much drama this week.

And will she ever learn about travel mugs and how they work?

I’m not holding my breath…

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