Ah well, as HR said when I called back in to work to report, it's a good thing it happened while I was still home. Another twenty minutes and I would have been out the door and things would have been really REALLY bad. As it is, all fibre stuff is stacked at the dry end of place, along with all the books and DVDs' out of the living room bookcases that are on wall shared with the bedroom (water spread to part of living room, spare room and hall. Also good that, due to being a longish-term resident, my unit is one of the few that still has carpets which absorbed and slowed the flow.
So now I have this tiny little island of space where I can just wriggle in to my computer (which is at the dry end of the apartment). Guess I may as well remote in to work and see what I can accomplish (still have data restoration & stuff going on in bits and pieces, so I can at least tackle some of that)
And as I was ferrying stuff into my storage room so it'd be safe and out of the way, came across a little stash of old bits of paper that I used to keep on my workplace wall back when I had a wall. Including this very-appropriate-to-today item:
"You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe." -- J. Michael Straczynski.
Now off to take soggy towels to visit the laundry room ...