I did lose the floor and part of the ceiling but everything else in the condo flood was saved except some furniture in the spare bedroom. My precious Carl Hiaasen novels were all there. All of them. Unharmed.

My health is good and they think maybe I was misdiagnosed and don't even need those meds.

My grandmother keeps almost dying and coming back. She keeps pulling Sanford and Son's. She wants to be with my grandfather and is like
"I'm coming Ivan!" and then she pulls through over and over.

You mean no more spare bed room oh know.