Et in terra Pax homes in on us.
Mr UD‘s out panic shopping with the rest of ‘thesda; UD is au Metro on her way back from a meeting in Foggy Bottom; La Kid is at work. We’ve all got that vague hunched feeling that goes along with anticipating lost power and falling trees.
Of course for UD this is all ultimately about racing over to the nearest hotel, pulling multiple sheets blankets and throws from a kingsize bed, jumping in, ordering room service, and firing up the MacBook.
Mr UD will be all disapproval: Life is for meeting strenuous character tests like staying in dark cold houses with falling trees.