I discovered far worse damage later on when I went to get the big fan from the attic. Turns out I had flooding up there, too. Bozhe moi! I've mentioned before how cheaply made the windows on my house were. The windows at either end of the attic are in especially bad shape. If they aren't latched properly, a good gust of wind can actually blow them them out of their rails, and this is what happened. In anticipation of the storm, I'd taken the fan out of the one window, but forgot to latch it, and it blew in at some point during the night. The rain came in, soaked the rug I have on the floor up there, which drew the water to a couple of boxes of paperbacks I had on the floor. A bunch of books got soaked, along with some old magazines (classic issues of The National Lampoon). Bother. There may be other damage, but I was too discouraged to look further. I opened up the other window to let air circulate, and spread out the books to dry.
Of course, just to put the cherry on top of the sundae that is my life, I was awakened at 2:30 this morning by thunder, so I had to go running about closing the attic windows again in the middle of the night to avoid taking on any more water. Meanwhile, the rug and mats hanging out on the clothesline were getting resoaked. Why in god's name did I ever buy a house?
And to make things perfect, MLB has yet to put up the archive of last night's Dodger game for me to listen to with my morning coffee. Feh!