Yup, just Irma. The weekend after I arrived, hurricane Irma hit Florida. Hard. This is officially my third hurricane. But the first one barely counts. That was Arthur in the summer of 2014. We just took turns chasing each other up the eastern seaboard. The last two, Matthew and Irma were a little more up close and personal.

Irma moved this way and that and I stayed at Jenna’s thinking inland is always safer than right on the ocean. While that is theoretically correct, and there was some damage to our building in Daytona Beach Shores, the eye came directly over us at Jenna’s house. The prep, the actual hurricane and the aftermath was not fun. When you think of what happened to so many people in the path of this monster of a storm, we escaped relatively unscathed. If you don’t factor in the sheer terror of it, that is. We all had to go to safe rooms. Which is generally a bathroom. We lost electricity for4 days. No water either, because although they have a well, the pump is, you guessed it, electric. It was so freaking hot and humid and miserable. I could go on and on about how crappy it was, but many people lost everything.

Tonight we are back in the house with air conditioning and flushing toilets and all that good stuff. But somehow things just feel a little off. I’m not so sure I would want to live with this threat 24/7. I also wonder if, in the long run Jenna and her husband will want to. I want them to have a good life together. But here?

Spending my days with Sloan, while totally exhausting, has been wonderful. We have fallen into a good rhythm. We spend a lot of time playing and laughing and I am so looking forward to taking her to the beach for a few days here and there once Rick gets here. What a little character!

I thought I posted this last week after the storm-but apparently not.