Weathering the Storm
The house seems very quiet. Bennett is playing with the treats toy Fozzy never lets him play with, Brian is playing video games, and I’m still in awe that I’m still awake.
The storm came through around 2:00 in the morning and didn’t seem to end until just before 5:00AM. It was as if this storm came to make up for all the rain we didn’t get. More thunder and lightning than I can remember in a long time. All night I tossed and turned. No telling if I would have slept poorly anyway but that’s what I did when the noise was too much to sleep through.
I wrapped myself in my trench coat and took the dogs outside to get the morning business out of the way. While the thunder had subsided, the sky was alive with lights. I try not to be superstitious but I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of anxiety. We haven’t had a storm like this in 7 or more years and today of all mornings, after the worst drought in recent memory, the sky opens up. It stormed the night before my sister’s wedding and caused the worst flooding in Kentucky in 40-years, then it stormed again the day my nephew was born. Neither of those events have had great outcomes. I watched Fozzy hop around the yard and said another prayer that I was doing the right thing.
The morning came too quickly. While the rain had abated, roughly 5-inches in 4-hours had left many of the roads around town flooded and completely closed. With that in mind, we set out early to make sure we weren’t late and to try and beat traffic. The drive was actually uneventful and ended up being 1-hour early; which was more than enough time to grab a bagel and coffee.
Our consult with the surgeon went well except for her obvious disapproval that we were not going to remove his spleen. Other than that, she was very nice and really took a lot of time to prepare us for what he would be like after the surgery. Again, I wondered.
Around 1:00 they called and said he had gotten through surgery fantastically and that we might get to take him home on Thursday instead of Friday. It was great news but until I see him, walking and playing and being his old self, I will wonder.