Monday I was exhausted by 6pm. So were all of my friends. We cancelled evening plans. We wondered aloud what could be draining us. It hadn't been that hot. We hadn't over extended ourselves. I think it was just cumulative weariness.
Lost among the past month of anticipation and anxiety: Brando's sixth birthday. And my own birthday, which is coming up on Saturday. Last summer I walked Brando to the French Quarter for his birthday, and we did some shopping at the Three Dog Bakery. The store no longer exits. Last year, my friend Andy was planning a party for our shared birthday. The party never happened.
Currently, Brando is asleep at the bottom of the bed with his head on my knee. Sula is snoring and talking in her sleep on the other side of the room. Zephyr is quiet as a mouse in the next room.
This time last year, we were in Mississippi, without electricity, without gas, and without radios or television. It was sometime on Tuesday that we heard for the first time that the city was covered in water. But we didn't quite believe it.