Got the call this morning that my son was evacuating. And honestly, that’s better than if they tried to stay put through a category 2 hurricane. But I can only imagine how packed the roads are with others fleeing the area. Thankfully they’ve got a hotel room lined up far enough inland. But it might take double the time it usually would to get there. That is still well before things are supposed to get rough though. A friend pointed me in the direction of this most valuable resource: What’s Happening with Hurricane Irene?
Today I also learned that my son’s grandparents live in Craven County. I hadn’t realized that before. What an odd name. And here are some East Coast evacuation photos. Looking at them tied my stomach in knots. But I will attempt to soldier on through my final kid-free weekend, while hoping the boy can fly home as scheduled on Monday night.
UPDATE: As if today hadn’t been intense enough, my realtor called. I’ve got two offers on the house. What?