After bitching to Cam, Plague and Stella, all of whom called me as I was making the to-do list, I calmed down enough to get over myself and get on with it. Evacuation is pretty much inevitable, even if no storm hits us. The gummit will want us out of here even just to prove their point.
Oh, do I want a cigarette. Not a pinch of organic in a pipe, either. I want the full harsh pollution of a Marlboro, saltpeter burning my esophagus, tar and nicotine filling my blood..
I've stuffed the back door. The grand list is going. Things are ready to cook. I've got a plan. It always makes you feel better to have a plan. Saturday, cook and fix the house. Sunday, pack for leaving, make last minute arrangements. Call and wish Beery a Happy Birthday and see if they're still on dry ground. Monday, let everyone know when and where I'm outta here and headed toward. I think I'll stay with Cam, at least until the storm's over.
The weatherbees are riding this story for all it's worth. They just said there'll be 4 feet of snow in the western mountains of VA. Meanwhile, if their radar is accurate, Sandy still hasn't left Florida's eastern coast. Who to even believe anymore?
Well. I'll get back on here, get a bit more of Halloweenie stuff posted, and once I'm traveling incognito I'll post when I can. Life is an adventure, right? That's what they tell me, anyway.
The Door Is Ajar.
6 days ago