I have been out of sorts every since yesterday afternoon when I found out I need foot surgery after all. After spending eight weeks in an annoying boot for the entire months of July and August, I'm going to be in it at least eight more weeks. It's making me cranky and on edge.
But I didn't really make the connection that some of my antsy-ness is also due to waiting for Irene. Thankfully, Dominique articulated those feelings for me.
I've done everything that I can to prepare; bought a ridiculous amount of water, a couple of extra flashlights, filled all my plastic containers with water and put them in the freezer, bought too many groceries, filled the gas tank, and washed all the clothes in the house. Steve had the job of putting all of our outside stuff in the garage and trying to avoid my crankiness. I'd say the second task was the hardest one on him.
And now I need to sit down and try to relax before I spin out of control. Maybe do a little knitting to help me find my happy place. Thank you for all of your good thoughts and warm words. See you on the other side!