I’m getting claustrophobic with the windows boarded up. It’s daylight and the shades should be open – I’m used to embracing the day. Thank goodness for a covered porch and a glass storm door. From my studio (where my computer is located) I can hear the rain outside the laundry room door that leads to the back yard. Wish I could see out...right now it sounds like any normal gulf coast rainstorm.
I’m trying to keep busy. It's only 8 AM, on a normal day I would just be having breakfast...yet today I have already done the dishes (no marathon, just a few) and cleared off all the storm supplies that had been dumped on the kitchen cabinet. I've even vacuumed. Not that I'm a neat freak or anything, but we did track in a lot of sawdust yesterday.
My studio is still a wreck – several space bags are full of quilts in waiting, personal quilts, UFO’s and fabric. Oh and then there’s the bags full of thread and pantos – things you really don’t want wet . I guess this will be my next "cabin fever" project to make some sense of order out of this room...that and the paperwork that seems to continually surround my computer. We still don't know how much rain to expect, so there may be more preparations as the day progresses.
I need to find my mosquito repellent – when I step outside for some relief the little buggers have a feast.
It will be 2 more hours before my husband gets off work. He's had a long night. I’m praying that the storm will stay light for his 30 mile commute home. I know it’s just barely begun and it’s going to be a long day, I hope he will be able to sleep.
Once I finish cleaning the house I may try to finish up the binding on a customer quilt.
I had to turn the news off, that just added to my claustrophobia. Nothing new they can tell me – the storm is here and now it’s just a matter of patience until it’s past.