Right now, I am just waiting for the bog storm that may or may not come, but at this point, it looks like we are going to get hit. How hard, well that remains to be seen. There is nothing more that I cam do about is except to write about it. The rest is out of my hands.
As for everything else, well it is just a case of the more that things change, the more that they stay the same. What an original idea, if this was one hundred years ago, and I even have my doubts about that. In the end, the only thing that I can do right now is to just wait and see what will happen with the weather, with work and with my writing.
So it goes. Press on regardless.