I don't know how else to process the events of the past week and a half other than to write about them. I recognize how absolutely fortunate I am to have gotten through the worst flooding event in American history with the scantest of trouble. I do not write any of these things to complain, merely to process. I am only choosing to share this publicly with the hope that my working through some of these things may help someone else. Tonight at 6pm I finally mustered the will to head out to the grocery store. The sky was mostly cloudy, which was a bit unnerving. I headed to the store closest to home. It's a fine grocery store, but I typically shop elsewhere with better prices and/or selection, but I really didn't want to go any farther than I had to. Thankfully, in the wake of Harvey they actually had everything that was on the list in my head: coffee, kombucha, pizza, breakfast. I didn't have the wherewithal to make a more useful...
I hope your rambles have been sweet and your reveries spacious. - Emily Dickinson