I dreamed last night that I was hard at work in my office when it started raining really hard. It was even harder than during the May 1995 flood. DW called, and I looked out the window, only to see a couple of feet of water in the street and on the side of the courthouse. I went back to work, and it rained even harder. When it was time to go home, I looked out the window to see the courthouse standing in eight feet of water. I called DW, and she was upset that I hadn't come home after the first call, when there was only two feet of water. I realized that I would have to sleep in the office, and I was uncertain about when I would be able to go home, but I was secretly happy, because in the dream, anyway, the flood meant that we likely would be moving.
So, you want to leave, too?
ReplyDeleteI suppose I'm just filled with a sort of dreadful anticipation of inevitability, though I wouldn't object to moving to certain other cities. That feeling should go away in October or so, unless, of course, we actually do get hit again.
ReplyDeleteI hear you. DH is conducting a narrow job search, at my express request. However, it took him almost 10 years to find this job, which is a pretty crappy one, IMO. And his uni is really working to keep him. Which means, I think, that I'm stuck here until I die.
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