She stole my power, but left the house alone.

She was even kind enough to clean out the sycamore, pulling braches to the ground that suffered the ill effects of Charley. If she wasn’t so long winded, it would have been a pleasant event. The curfew kept us indoors, and bored. We tried to pass the time, playing cards and conversing, but the limiting nature of our confinement wore quickly on my nerves. I am sick of hurricanes.

But the power came back on last night and I slept with my duvet wrapped around me. It was a reason to celebrate.

We stopped by Bravissimo’s for a couple glasses of wine. Julie helped along the mild intoxication and phone calls were made. I had to figure how to FEMA worked. David’s Mom suffered irreprable damage, her apartment complex never fully recovered from Charley. So, the place is unlivable and I wanted to help. My mother had experience with helping my grandparents through Andrew. So I sought her advice and swore I would find them a nice place to live somewhere in Oviedo. I am still in the process of my search.

We head down south on Thursday, with Ivan looming. I refuse to believe that he will come to batter us here. I just don’t have time nor the patience to suffer another one of these damn things. We need the power so we can get our homework done, so sorry Ivan - fuck off.

I think I’m tired. Hmmm….