KangarooRat of Flourish

I planned to do many things today, but I kept just spacing out instead. For instance, I went upstairs with the firm intention of dusting and cleaning up everything in our bedroom. I put away the blankets and things we'd used to try to watch the Perseids. (Yes, they'd been lying around that long.) I sprayed Shout on some shirts that had been waiting to go in the wash. And then I started to put some books away, but mysteriously, instead, found myself reading some juicy bits out of The Jungle Book to the long-suffering Sparrowhawk, who had been changing a light bulb and hung around to see what the heck I was doing. Nothing, it appears. Other than noting some racist comments by Kipling, and the really scary part where Mowgli hurtles across the Bee Rocks to lure the dhole pack to death by maddened bees and then leaps off a cliff into the mighty Waingunga, to be saved from drowning by Kaa the giant snake. The Sparrowhawk gently lured me away from my distractions with the promise of ice cream. I guess I'm still too tired to focus.

The Diva and her family evacuated from the coast around noon, along with thousands of others. It took them all day to get across North Carolina, because the traffic was so bad. She called briefly, sounding very tired, and said they would get a room for the night in West Virginia, and see us tomorrow. That's pretty much what I expected. So I still have time tomorrow to leap out of bed and do all the things. We have some food and coffee, and the sheets are on the beds, so the most important things are covered.