We're Alive

I may be letting folks know a week or so late, but, as we had folks calling us to see if we were still here . . .

We're okay. The storm system hit us like a small asteroid, but we're okay. Dragon and Louis are currently camped out in our spare bedroom and on a couch because their house flooded, but that's about the extent of the damage. Dragon's baby girls, Bacchus and Miew (lovely cats) are up here as well. Catnip is being used to facilitate inter-cat relationships.

Translation: We're drugging the cats out of their minds so they don't try to kill each other.

Most of the carpet in the small house will need to be pulled up due to the instant mold infestation. The subflooring is warped in at least one place, and there's a good chance that at least one floor joist is warped as well.

To give people an idea, go check Ursula Vernon's journal out:

Read her descriptions of her apt. That's about the state of the house that Dragon and Louis are currently in.

To top all this off, Catchild is confined to minimum mobility due to an almost fractured ankle, and I'm typing one-handed due to a strained tendon.

In any case, we're all still here, and our stuff is (mostly) intact.