I took a bath and G a shower. There we were, dressed to the teeth, standing in a flooded kitchen in our now soggy socks. The giant blue rug went into a bucket, and towels were strewn about to sop up the water. We fled to our Sunday night meeting.
First thing Monday morning, Mr. Geezer took charge. He called the plumber, and he encouraged him to keep rooting out the main drain until only a little bathtub water made it into the sink. Only after the whole kitchen was put back together did we discover that the water had cascaded over the edge of the kitchen counter and into the dishwasher electronics.
He spent another hour finding someone here in San Diego who would replace it.
After everything was all done again and I had returned from PT, I washed dishes. Today I am driving over to Target and getting a dish drainer. Sometimes all you can do is laugh.