Hurricane Ida, right on the anniversary of Katrina. I hate how that happens. The end of August is cursed.
I live in New Orleans and went through Katrina, if you didn’t know. (It affected the drafting of The Pono Way, but that’s another story.)
That is going to affect my rather desultory book launch. As I will shortly run out of power, and possibly have to evacuate. Thank goodness for cloud computing.
I’ll do what I can before the power goes out. We think we can hunker down and ride it out. Where could we go, anyway? Every relative we could go to is in the storm track, some worse than us.
I’f you’re of a spiritual bent, prayers to Our Lady of Prompt Succor, the divine protectress of New Orleans, are welcome.
Otherwise, happy thoughts.
I’ll check in tomorrow. The storm is predicted to make landfall Sunday night.
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