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Supposedly heading out in 30-45 minutes. This is Greyhound, so I will not trust that estimate until we're on a moving bus, and then I will still not trust it. I'm still half-braced to get to Atlanta and then get killed by some asshole mugger, because my "faith" in Murphy's law has never been higher.
Still. I'm glad we're getting out of here and have some hope there will be a here to come back to on Tuesdayish.
Love y'all. I can't promise everything will be okay, but I promise I'm willing to do goddamn near anything, some real Breaking Bad shit, in order to keep Peggy safe. The rest is basically up to the weather gods—who I am not unwilling to bribe, flatter, and/or threaten at this point. >_<
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Yeah.
We're safe in Atlanta, but shellshocked as hell. Turns out we blundered into town right during ComicCon, and while were very lucky to find a room at all, it's a lot more than we expected and Peg's understandably stressed about it.
The forecasts are not looking good. Even if somehow the levees do hold, despite the low spots and the notorious ineptitude of the local water board and Army Corps, there's still a real good chance the rains will hit our porch level.
We stand a very real chance of losing absolutely everything. That includes books that belongs to Peg's mom, most of my plushies, years of my correspondence with lost friends, what little of my game collection was ever returned from Transliminal...
I dunno. I got nothin'. All I can see in my mind's eye is walking home and Peg breaking down as we confirm that it's all been inundated.
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@zebratron2084 oh crap. Best wishes for a, um, dry resolution.
