Katrina, Moving, and other assorted disasters...

Leave it to us to move in the middle of a freaking hurricane.

Thanks a lot, Witches Almanac. You said as long as we moved before mid November we'd be ok. You lie! Hurricane! Watch the weather channel!

So Joey basically put the house in cardboard boxes while I was at work. I WILL marry this man. Good lord. He's fantastic. I love him.

The moving truck is outside, filled to the brim with...stuff.

My father is somewhere in Louisiana, sans cell reception, in the middle of Katrina, and I'm worried sick about him the way only an only girl-child can manage for her much-revered military daddy. ::whimpers:: Daddy, please be okay. Please be careful.

Very much a period of waiting, this.

~Fox