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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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Just as I was writing that last bit up, one of the front desk clerks came up to us and said their general manager heard about our situation and is lowering our rate to $99/night.
@hystericempress, you were right about this town. <3
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@zebratron2084 Got plans to do anything much in Atlanta?
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I am hoping so much for y'all that things do not go as disastrous as you fear.
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@JulieSqveakaroo The locals are NOT helping with all their talk of doom, and of the utter incompetence of the local water board and engineering corps. Granted, they have real good precedent for those opinions, but the net effect feels like "old men in a grubby bar trying to outdo each other for ego points," and they're NOT helping one bit.
I'm still putting some shred of faith in the current 19' river forecast and the assurances of the Army Corps. Based on current rain estimates, if there's minimal spillover past the levies, we might still actually be A-OK. The predicted rainfall is like 18 inches, and our porch is like three feet off the ground...
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@zebratron2084 oh crap. Best wishes for a, um, dry resolution.
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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.