It is now pitch black outside and the heavy thunder indicates that the worst of this particular storm is getting closer. Doug is still digging in the trench. Amy has been crying for the past hour that her head hurts and despite the tylenol I gave her, she feels hot to the touch.
Hoping for the best for you guys.
Not much I can do from here unfortunately.
Just know you are in my thoughts. (You’d be in my prayers… if I was the praying type).
If there is something that I can do now (or in the days ahead when this is all said and done, you and Doug both know how to get a hold of me).
Ahh, pandemonium. Don’t you love it when everything happens at once?