The plan:

1. Wake up around 11:00.
2. Throw some laundry in the machines in the garage.
3. Call the bowling alley to make lane reservations for me and my Little.
4. Take Little bowling.

What has happened thus far:

1. Woke up at 10:30 to the sounds of my building owner pounding on my door screaming, “Hilary are you there?”. Turns out our garage is flooding because a sewer drain on the main street is full, causing the sewer water to backup into our garage (gross). There’s been so much rain and there is nowhere for the rain water to go. In fact, it is shooting out of the manhole cover on the main street. So, needless to say, I just saw all of my neighbors in their pajamas as I moved my car out of the garage and onto the street. Ugh.
2. No laundry as the laundry room is in the flooded garage.
3. Called the nice, newly remodeled bowling alley and was told they only take reservations up to 48 hours in advance. Now we have to go the yucky bowling alley instead.
4. TBD. Cross those fingers.