Drama queen extraordinare...

Well, it is not over with us. Not even close. I tend to overreact alot—read into things, over-analyze. Tommy called my cell as I was driving home from work today—got back to Nawlins Sunday & has spent the past three days with a chain saw, cutting up all the trees that fell around his property. I'd kill to be able to hold him...have never been so glad—or relieved—to hear anyone's voice in my entire life...Back at home, I replayed the last three sentences of our conversation over and over in my head. Our words and inflections are so intimate, loving – like we’ve been together forever – though in fact we’ve been together only five scant months in our entire lives, including these two recent ones. Believers say soulmates come together like they’ve never been apart, even if they’ve never met before – recognize each other immediately. That’s what happened with us the first time. And, so it seems, now, once again. So vulnerable, we are. So connected. So disconnected…

It's a nightmare down there, worse than any of us can even imagine—he said you must carry a gun with you wherever you go to protect yourself from looters. Can't even fathom the horror of it all...

A friend of a friend has a plane, & is flying in with equipment & supplies one of these days—said maybe I could hitch a ride. Providing I just wouldn't be under Tommy's feet, I'll go in a heartbeat...