Okay, right now it's eight o'clock at night - still at my boss's house with Little Girl. I'm estimating that we've probably got about eight inches of rain at this point, although I don't know for sure because, frankly, I'm too afraid to try to go back home and check the rain gauge. Plus, they've closed all the roads, and that rain gauge may be several miles downstream right now, anyway.
Is that crazy, that I wouldn't go back right now, even if I could? If my house is underwater, I can deal with that, but I don't want to SEE it while it's happening. Things are going to get - God, I hate to say it - but things are actually going to get worse before they get better - another 2 to 4 inches tonight. I can deal with the loss of the house, I can deal with losing all my possessions, but the thing that I'm afraid of is having to deal with going through all the bullshit with the insurance company and FEMA and uh-oh I'm crying again so I'd better stop going down that path right now.
Thanks to everybody who commented on the last post, especially Becs - my goodness, I hope I somehow find a little bit of the inner fortitude you've displayed through your own loss.
I'll post again as soon as I can - probably sometime tomorrow. And hey! My house hasn't been on the local news yet, so there's always that, right? Talk to you soon.,