October

 

Nobody wants to, but we can do this if compelled. The thing will keep shifting westward over the next hours and days. Never to wish (pray?) ill on loved ones, friends and neighbors down the coast - - FWB, Pensacola, Mobile, no matter anyway, Nature and Old Father Time will have their way. 

Old Father Time asleep in a niche in a cave in the Underland as Poe and Eustace and the Narnian Marsh-wiggle pass by, not to awaken until the end of the world. 

What? We'll gas up Linda's car, which will go three or four hundred miles on a tank, whereas my V8 is iffy driving back from Tallahassee without stopping to refuel. We have bottles of water, cans of salmon, chili (which is just as good spooned from the can as heated), Spam, baked beans, tissue. A new 12 volt plug-in cooler chest that we bought for next month's adventure to Waukulla, so we can take things from the freezer. The ad from Fresh Market says include cheddar cheese because it doesn't require refrigeration. Crackers.  

Someone's list suggested including a full five-gallon can of gasoline, but that's combining desperate with dangerous, so No.

Grab papers and maybe off the walls a few articles from Beloveds.

Elevator down to G and head - - where? 

For H.Michael we were in Pensacola, waiting and watching in an ICU room at Sacred Heart Hospital. Our history of the downside of life and Time. 

October looms, hovers, crouches.

T