as i prepare to leave for australia. pack the sweater. the cute skirt. the boots. the books. the cds. the books. i receive a text about remaining calm and finding a safe dry evacuation space in new jersey. now i know irene is enroute, and i'll be missing her with my flight to australia booked at earliest point of the evening. but now im scared for my entire house. my books. my daughter's new school jacket. my two cats. they've finally started to like me again, after that whole neutering situation. so here i am. thinking about the sanctuary i want to see in australia without minding the gnawing unknown for disaster that threatens my dear brooklyn. and my dear books. the renter's inurance quote from progressive insurance company was interrupted, as it said their company refused to aid the people in residing in my area code! the peanut brittle search i fell into this morning, during the hard and cold rain seems surreal. had i known that was a foreshadow, i'd bought an umbrella big enough for my books. my dear books. australia, it seems i need more than even before, eh? see you tomorrow...
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