Irma is tracking ever more westerly and if it enters the gulf, we're going to have to think about leaving. Which is a horrible thought. Traffic is gridlocked.
This is absolutely maddening.
I just talked to a dear friend down in Tampa. She has two children and her husband is determined to stay there with the house and she doesn't know what to do. Of course I told her she can come here but...what if we have to leave?
No one knows what the right thing to do is. No one.
We have absolutely no rooms in this house that don't have windows. The center hallway was built for cross ventilation which...well.
The good news is that when this house was built they used real wood and built it strong.
Anyway, I need to breathe, to try and calm down. If you looked at me right now you would not see an overtly freaking woman but inside I'm a mess.
It's going to be all right. Mr. Moon promised.
"We'll be fine," he said.
I need to ground myself. I need to stay focused and not float away on a cloud of disassociation which would do not good for anyone.
All will be revealed. Breathe. Etc.