So, I was all set to come home, curl up on the couch with a cup of tea and a backlog of Property Virgins episodes and tell you all about my New Years resolution to be a more positive person, and outline my various self-improvement strategies. But then it started raining, and the snow started melting in far off lands, and the rivers started rising. And then they shut down all of the roads leading into my house.
AND THEN THEY EVACUATED MY DADBURNED CITY!
I left work early, hoping to at least check on the dogs, but I couldn't get through on any of the roads before they started evacuating my neighborhood. A friend managed to hop some fences and get into my house so that he could get Jack out of the crate in the garage and put him inside, but I had to divert to another friends house for the night. (I say that like it's terrible--I love Nicole and bless her for letting me stay here, but you know, I can think of less natural disastery circumstances under which this hang out could have occurred.) Anyway, I'm sitting here as she and her boyfriend take turns sucking up the water that keeps seeping through the walls of her basement apartment, trying not to worry about whether the dogs are eating each other (or all of my possessions) and if we did or did not buy flood insurance.
But quite frankly, I'm just not feeling all that positive. Mostly I'm feeling a little dirty and greasy, since this morning was my non-shower day, quite tired because I was at work from 6:30 am to 5:30 pm with a break of just a couple hours mid-day, and sad because of course Colby is out of town right now on one of his mini-deployments and I could really use a good cuddle right about now.
Searching desperately for the positive in all of this, at least my friend DID manage to check on the dogs and they should be okay until I can try to spec ops my way into the neighborhood tomorrow, I got fed a pretty damn tasty tortilla soup for dinner, and I am presently working on my second enormous glass of red wine.