Anyway. There wasn’t a whole lot left to say about the flooding. The biggest way we were affected is that our power went out for a while (apparently the power station down the road was sitting in a big pool of water; we tried driving down there to see it but the road was blocked off and it smelled awful) … and since one of the two water treatment plants here was damaged, we’ve had to conserve water. Like the rest of Nashville is supposed to be doing. Though, driving home from work today, I did see a guy watering his trees in his front lawn. Granted, they were obviously just planted and the sun’s been pretty unabashed the last few days, but still. I’ve been using rain water to water my plants.

The other reason the week has been interesting is just that because of the flooding, work has been super busy all week. Some people have been out of power, others probably out of clean dishes, and Monday and Tuesday most of the schools were out. So the whole week seemed like a big, long, under-staffed weekend. And today was Steeplechase. I’m actually off tomorrow, thank God (and we’re going to church, too). Next week had better be normal. I’m tired of being tired.

It’s pretty nice right now, though for some reason I’ve been in a bad mood all day. I feel much better now that I’m home, but still not great. Even though it’s gorgeous outside and my bedroom is quite lovely, and Matt’s dozing next to me. And Bitey’s next to him. I’d probably feel better if I took a bath, which I can’t do since we can’t use much water. Maybe just a sponge bath. At least then i won’t feel so sticky.

Tomorrow, after church, we’re going to TACA (the arts and crafts festival in Centennial Park) and it will be awesome. I missed the fall festival, I think, and just love going to these things. Too bad there won’t be much time for sleeping in….

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I'm a young, childless widow who is trying to figure out the best way to deal with the world in light of my late husband's suicide. It's harder than I ever imagined it would be, but somehow at the same time I am still alive and even happy sometimes.

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