Every hour is a year today.
There's nothing to assuage my stomach, which is doing its impersonation of Hell. The latest commentary on iBratt included the fact that things could still go against us, even if the DRB gives the ok to go back. The Town or Selectboard could appeal. And we'd be in limbo for some more months.
Seriously, if they stop us going home now, I'll lose it. I'll be back in town on Friday, and they'll find me damned skippity making life Hell for every one of them. I've been on the edge for over a month now. What have I got to lose? What more can they take away? My belongings? Haven't seen them since September. My home? Ditto. My mind? Too late, that's been gone since 1995. My life? Bring it.
Among the alternatives is just squatting. Move back in and make them do something outright. I'd like to see them try. I'm all done with this bullshit.
3 1/2 hours and counting.
An Alarming Situation.
3 hours ago