Thru some texting last night:

E: Emotional post.  You okay?

Me: Yeah.  Just thinking a lot.  S’never good.

E: Yep.  Thinking can be dangerous.

Me: Not to worry; I immediately stopped thinking after.  All is well.

But it was a lie. 

I’m just bummed.  Like, seriously, BUMMED.  Watching the news makes me weep uncontrollably.. not only is that my pulse, New Orleans, being submerged.. a good number (a too-large-number) of its people are suffering as well.  Tears, I think, are partly to blame for the rising waters.  Either way, the devastation is not yet over.  It’s really not even crested.  What really devastates me are the memories.. I always visited the Big Easy completely broke.  Had no money.  And yet, I never went hungry, I always had a drink in my hand.. that city is the epitome of southern (and creole) hospitality.  I hate the circumstances they are facing.

Not only that, but my heart is inexplicably heavy.  I learned last night that he did NOT forget my birthday, but he had no means to acquire any gifts or make any elaborate plans, so he was just going to let it go unmentioned.  WHAT?  How is that okay?  Jesus.  This, after I wrote that last post.

And my heart hurts.  Makes me worry about all of my family members who are under-the-weather.  I just feel a boom about to hit.  Lovely Wednesday.

To end on a positive note.. the weather was glorious this morning.  A bite of fall is in the air; it won’t be too much longer before I can bitch about the cold.