I've been up for about an hour and a half and have gone through my first wave of awakening anxiety. Obsessively checking the forecasts for Irma which is now officially being called the strongest Atlantic hurricane in recorded history.
Have you ever been in winds of ninety or a hundred miles an hour?
Supposedly the storm is taking a bit more of an easterly track right now which would put it more on the east coast of Florida (duh) but the storm is so huge that no matter where in the state it is, everyone is going to feel it. And it's so hard to wish for it to shift and avoid you, knowing that you have beloveds everywhere in the state who are going to be affected. Not that any of us have magical powers but our superstitious ancestor genes make us feel sometimes as if we do.
I'm just letting the fear run out of my fingers here. It's still hot and muggy and Jessie is going to bring August out for me to play with for a few hours so she can get some things done. She's going to brave the Costco today. So that will be cheering for me, to hang out with that sweet boy. To feed the goats and chickens, to read books and play with blocks. To maybe rock on the porch swing until he falls asleep for his nap.
Life goes on.
Good morning from Florida.