2-something in the morning. I really need to go to sleep.

I really need to go to sleep.

Thick, dark clouds. Raindrops clinging to the windows.

I listen to the words coming out of his mouth and can do nothing else but lower my gaze. I am almost certain that I am smirking, but there’s nothing I can do to hide it.

Turns out there are a lot of things happening soon. Really soon.

Screens keep flickering. Power. So much water. And now the wind. Is that one going to fall over? It looks like it could snap any minute.

He says that the power is out. What is the backup plan for dinner?

I reread the letter. What is it about the letter that is getting to me?

Turley Zinfandel while waiting for the burgers. Trying to find the warmest heater under which to stand but we’re getting colder and colder and colder.

I tell him not to worry: the three of us are already planning a trip.

Still no power. Cords running through the house. Showers in the dark. Wishing I had been hungry enough to eat my burger while it was still warm. It feels like Friday.