I watched a lot of television when Katrina struck. For several days, I was pretty much glued to Drew and Don’s living room floor. Thankfully, I soon realized that my psychological well being rose and sank in direct correlation to the amount of TV I saw. Even more luckily, the biggest gym in Lafayette offered New Orleanians a free month’s membership. All that yoga didn’t keep me from packing on weight, but at least I was happy. And fat–very fat.
Here in Atlanta, it’s a different story. I mean, it’s nice and everything, and it’s a pretty city, but we’re in a hotel this go-round, rather than with friends. Fewer distractions, more TV. I’m trying to avoid the CNN feast, but it’s a little hard. And there’s no gym–well, at least nothing free. Hello, fatness, my old friend.
On the upside: I have to say–and maybe I’m being optimistic, maybe I’m in denial–but it seems like they’re trying to make Gustav bigger than it is. Not that I don’t enjoy watching a windswept Andy Cooper do his thing–repeatedly–but it feels as if this might be a bit of a washout. (No pun intended.) Then again, maybe it seemed that way during Katrina. One more hour, then the dogs and I are going for a very long walk.
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