Another soul-sucking gray damp drizzly day. With hurricanes heading towards both of my homes. Grateful that I don’t actually have to worry about either one of my homes. That is what I like about being a renter.
Figure that I’ll keep my toys charged up. And be sure to have some extra batteries for my headlamp and my little radio. More than that, I think that it is The Asylum’s job to keep me watered and fed. Unlike any other high-rise I have ever lived in – this joint has the water pumps on the emergency generator. And, we have plugs in the hallways that are on the generator as well. We will be fine.
We will be fine – but I might go batshit crazy. I don’t do gray damp drizzly with any kind of grace.
As for The Original Mr Bethany. I hope he has had a good life. I owe him a lot. Leaving me was probably a hard thing for him to do. Not giving our relationship a second chance was a hard thing for me to do. All a part of growing up. Or as today’s kids call it “adulting”.