Cheryl's house thankfully, is in several pieces - one extremely large one, and several smaller ones. She lost bars holding up her storm window coverings (which incidentally, have never been functional) but everything else seemed alright.

A LOT of mud.

Inside was different - there was a lot of mud that had been washed in from the rain. I suspected that she would get a fair amount of rain, because she warned me where it would come in if a storm hit, and I noticed a puddle in her bedroom before I left the previous day.

I was so disgusted with the mud that I didn't even take the time to take photographs - I just got to work. I found a mop and started with the bad parts - naturally, the mop head snapped from the stick. In seconds, I was on the floor mopping by hand through some pretty stinky mud. I had to move all of the furiture from one room to another to ensure I got all of the floor. The water had returned, and the pressure was good, so I filled bucket after bucket of water and washed with water. Clean water is such a blessing. There are so many places in the world where clean water is hard to find, some people have to walk far for it, and stand in line with a bucket. Not the case here. I was indeed blessed.           

Today I will use some cleaner in the water and wash everything once again. I am always concerned with sanitation, and want to maintain a clean environment.

More later.