Sometime late Tuesday night, it finally sank in that NO is pretty much gone. And that it would be more than a miracle if my family didn't lose everything. really, if a house sits in standing water, in the south, in the summer, with the critters, and the sewage, and the bodies, EVEN IF (when) they get the water out, there's nothing to do but raze the house... move far away and eventually (read: 20 years from now) sell the land.
I was horribly distracted in class yesterady and Wed is my day from hell. My DD had to go to hospital to get chest xrays to rule out pneumonia (she doesn't have it, thank goodness) and I can no longer get in contact with my family. Nice day.
I don't know why I'm so worried about my family now. I mean, I know they made it trhough just fine. Maybe I need to stop keeping up with the news reports of unrest. It's just never an ideal situation when lots of people are packed into areas without their own space, and reassurance that they still have a home to go back to.
So, today, I will try to get through the crappy phone lines today, and I will stay home from school today and take care of my sick daughter. And hope that I can get it all off my mind for a while.