Mandatory Evacuation

 Saturday, it was National Guardsmen, and women, who entered Sacred Heart Apartments and forced the resident, at gunpoint, to leave the premises.

Out in front of the building was a bus, which we were told we could either board, or not.

I decided to call Bobby to ask him if he had electricity, which he did, and so I headed for there, rather than wherever the bus would have taken me, with the promise of air conditioning and food.

Things have been so-so, here at Bobby's.

He had invited another resident, a late thirties, woman who is fairly attractive, but who has mental health issues, and who, I returned home from a run to Sacred Heart to try to feed Harold to find, pouring herself a glass out of a bottle of wine that I had brought "home" along with other groceries.

She had opened it by pushing the cork into the bottle, since Bobby doesn't own a cork screw. She had apparently thought that the bottle of wine was for her, since....she is female...?

So, there was a bit of friction over that incident. Bobby has been bending over backwards to provide for Hailey's comfort, and I guess just couldn't bring himself to stop her from helping herself to the wine. She "really" wanted some, after all.

But, tomorrow is another day; and another day closer to the power coming back on at Sacred Heart. It will mark the eight day without power; and there will be some more stories hear about the hurricane, as soon as I get at my external keyboard, which isn't missing keys, such as the parentheses, left and right, and all the digits after 4. I have to write "five" on this keyboard, along with pressing extra hard on the "s" key in order to get an s.