Going With The Flow

The quarry where I work is bordered on one side by the Kishwaukee River. If you follow the local news, the Kish has had some serious flood issues in the past week. It's a strange little river in that it flows north and really isn't more than a creek in size, but damn, can it flood!

And apparently this morning, it has flooded into the neighbor's hog confinement waste pit. Every time someone opens the door to my office, (which is about every 15 seconds) the lovely aroma of pig shit flowing up the Kish comes wafting in.

Old Sarge, who works for the city's water and sewer department at home, is finding my situation quite amusing. Was laughing hysterically, actually.