The Fear. That's what I have. I am becoming more and more catatonic. PTSD. I understand it a bit more now. There is nothing I can do. It strengthens. The weather reporters say it will be a Category 4 hurricane, and my house is still a bullseye. I have a tree over my bedroom, a monstrous thing. I will call a tree guy today to have it trimmed. I did that last year. It still looks dangerous. In the stores, shelves are empty. I've never seen people take a hurricane this seriously before. I guess it has to do with Houston and the images they saw from there. This is a slow motion nightmare that should not arrive before the weekend. My mother says there is another one behind it. I sit and stare at things despondently.
There is nothing to do but wait and prepare.
i think of you and keep fingers crossed
ReplyDeleteThank you, my friend. We'll know in a few days.
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