If The Power Goes Out, Call My Family, I Don’t Have Three Days of Water
I’m writing from deep within Seattle’s worst wind storm in millions of years. Cats and even dogs are flying past my window. Homeless people are hanging onto road signs. Trees and large construction cranes are falling all over the place. Oh crap! It’s not even funny. Really, it’s really not funny. I lied, the storm hasn’t started yet. Sorry, that wasn’t funny. Really really not funny.
I love the weather. I’m sick, too. I’ve been christmas shopping, online only. Lots of stores have lists for “The Person Who Has Everything.” This isn’t helpful for anyone. A list for “The Person Who Thinks They Have Everything, and Doesn’t Like Much At All” would be much more useful.