The only thing worse than evacuating and getting clusterfucked by traffic is sitting around, waiting for the power company. Most of the city is without power and Entergy is without energy in fixing the problem. The good news is that Dr A hasn’t whapped me upside the head with a skillet. Yet.
Oscar and Della are hanging in there. He’s unflappable but she’s seriously flapped y’all. The sound of ice cascading into a cooler sent her flying this morning.
The utility company has a map ostensibly showing who has power and who doesn’t but its for show as far as I can tell. It listed our place as having power but it should be listed as an oven with 10 foot ceilings.
I’m writing this again from Dr A’s office at LSU. Yesterday we brought our friends Greg and Christy here to luxuriate in the air dish. It almost turned into a group snoozefest since it’s very hard to sleep when it’s NOLA hot inside. Actually, it’s *much* hotter inside than outside. So it goes.
I’m beginning to understand why people only lived to be 50 or so back in the day. The heat sucks the life out of you and getting pissed off doesn’t help either.
We’re probably doing a tour of friends who have power today. Get ready, Craig and Kimmie; Herb and Ann. Nobody, however, seems to have cable or internet though. Guess that qualifies as 21st Century suffering…