I had really planned to post something about the whole grueling evacuation process we suffered for Gustav — not just the life-draining day in the car, but the days preceding it, nervously watching TV and internet reports about the storm, moving possessions to more secure places, going through the gut-wrenching task of deciding which prized items to bring and which ones to leave behind — but you know what? You don’t need me to give you all the awful details. I’m sure you can well imagine how miserable and tiring it all was, and I’m still too drained to really dwell on it.
We got back a few days after we left and I got sick (sinus troubles) the next morning — and stayed sick for over a week. Hardly surprising, but still unpleasant.
Our only consolation was that Ike didn’t come this way. If it had, I honestly don’t think we would have bothered coming back.
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