So, I live somewhere along the east coast. As you may have heard, every trickling stream on the east coast became a raging river last week. I am very fortunate that the flooding didn't reach my house, though I was afraid it would. I mean, every other town in the east was under water. A woman I work with was plucked off the roof of her house, for heaven's sake. Being the panicky sort, I filled every big pot I own to the brim with water, just in case. I also tried to think of every possible way to get to the local hospitals, just in case.
The politicians travelled to some of the hardest-hit areas and talked about impending FEMA support. We laughed and laughed when we saw that on the news, lemme tell ya.
For some reason, though, my un-flooded apartment currently smells like wet dog. As I don't own a dog, wet or otherwise, this is a mystery.
How was your week?
1 comment:
still no *%@$! furniture. I'm glad you're not underwater OR sitting on top of your roof surrounded by it!
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