Here we sit, in the middle of a tree forest. Nothing has fallen down yet. We are feeling hopeful. Our poor flowers have given up. Yesterday they were in full bloom. Our dog Grandpa doesn’t want to get out of bed.
I made egg salad. Have to feed my boyfriend, right? Now he is worried that we won’t have anything “good” to eat if the storm blows over. I hope that’s our biggest concern.
My boyfriend’s father is in the hospital again. He went over last night for the second time yesterday. He was running a low fever due to a minor infection. We’re happy that his parents are there. It seems like the safest place for them to be right now.
And here we sit. Still waiting. Hopefully we are waiting for nothing.