One Eye Open
August 27, 2011It rained before and I thought that was it. Then the rain stopped, as if it were a harmless summer shower. Hours later the sky remains a strange bright white, sunny but overcast. Now we just wait for the storm to hit.
Tingles like tiny electric shocks are zipping through my veins, here one moment and gone the next. This is jumpy way beyond too much caffeine. This whole thing is new. Untested. I can’t imagine if the windows will smash open or the streets will flood. The chaos exists only in theory, and my brain leaves lots of fuzzy edges. Half the state in ruins does not, will not compute. And I thought last winter turned the world on its head.
I’ve never dealt well with prolonged problems. Every time a doctor comes near me with a needle I say, “do it now and do it quick so I don’t have to think about it”. Irene is making me think about it.
Bastard.
Better.
