So, what’s it like? you ask.
Well, at the moment we’ve got a lovely mild evening, so one sort of stands out in the garden looking at the sky and thinking what a sneak it is. So calm, so lovely, a thin little moon, everything very still except the crickets, and yet it’s all a ruse. Out in the garden you somehow already feel the rain and the wind, already see the ripped power lines and the tree limbs all over the street.
“Hey,” says UD to Mr UD. “I have an idea. Let’s leave. Let’s drive west for a few hours and find a nice inn and stay there.”
He doesn’t go for it. There’s a stream of rational reasons against it coming out of his mouth but I’m not listening.
“Hey. I’m willing to wait a couple of hours after we lose power – in case there’s a miracle and it comes back on. But after two hours I’m outta here. Hotel.”
Ominous silence from It’s Good for the Soul to Rough It Mr UD.
“And if all the hotels around here are fully booked, I ask that we continue driving until we get to a region with available hotels.”
Silence.
But anyway. We’re calm in the calm before the storm.
October 26th, 2012 at 11:14PM
Hilarious. We’re all stocked up but it feels like a hoax.
Give us a call if you need anything.
October 26th, 2012 at 11:38PM
Will do, Josh!