It’s nearly 11:00pm EST, and I’m finally going to bed. Between the storm news; the sci-fi/cosplay conventioneers inhabiting this hotel; the surreally beautiful afternoon spent at a dog run in Piedmont Park; the never-ending stream of texts and emails and tweets from both evacuees and folks deep in storm territory (the antithesis of the info vacuum that followed Katrina); a great catch-up dinner with friends; and the sad news about a friend whose dog had played with ours this afternoon, then passed away this evening–between all that, I’m feeling a little weird and disjointed and exhausted. And now Jeremy Davenport is on TV singing to me about visiting New Orleans. Icing, meet cake.
P.S. Thanks for all the words of kindness and concern. I’ll try to finish replying tomorrow!
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