Rainy Days and Mondays

Written December 15, 2008

Last night on top of being diabolically cold, it started raining cats and dogs and pretty much hasn't stopped at all. We still had to go to work, but were spared a full day of work in the torrential elements. We cleaned the office and were then taken back on the nine o'clock work crews returning bus.

I spent just enough time at work to completely soak my clothes, my boots, and my jacket. I spent the rest of the day at the tent, staying inside as the wind and rain battered our little living space. During the brief intermission in the rain's downpour we were given compound time to make phone calls. I tried desperately to call my parents who I have been worrying about for the past few days. I haven't talked with them after they did not make it out for a visit. But to no avail. And I still hope they are OK.

The funny things is I am writing about how worried I am about my parents, but they are the ones who post these entries. So if this never makes it on the Internet, you'll know, something is wrong. Except you won't.

It's been raining so much, we aren't able to use the phones. My hands are too cold to write right now.

Bye