We just got power back this morning. Apparantly we had fish in the freezer – probably still there from when Bryan lived here. A day and a half without power doesn’t make fish smell very good.
I got very little sleep Monday night. It had little to do with the hurricane.
My window would shake as the shub outside banged into it. I would wake up sweaty and heart racing. Breathing was difficult. The air in my room was still and hot. Dim light outside made the storm clouds glow.
I calmed my breathing and my heart slowed. As it slowed, I could feel my heart beating irregularly.
Irregular. Flawed. Not normal.
The heat in the room fueled the internal storm. My stomach lurched. Just a few more hours to ride out.
The wind roared outside.