I like to believe I am a calm, controlled kind of woman.
So when I heard about the storm of the century heading our way, Doug and I took all the necessary precautions.We filled the tub with water, charged up our battery-powered lights, moved all of our deck furniture, brought in all the pumpkins and Halloween decorations, made a pot of soup, did all the laundry and checked bits of advice of preparations lists.
Then, we waited.
And watched the news.
Always a mistake. But, how do you pull yourself away from it?
The more I watched, the more my anxiety grew.
The sky darkened, the rains poured down, and the winds picked up.
I pestered Doug with questions like, “Should I move that bike out of the backyard? Should we go to the basement now?”
I also kept returning to the bags of Halloween candy like they were the last bags of candy I would ever see in my life.
I wrote a couple of storm stories for the Deseret News to stay busy.
I checked Twitter and Facebook obsessively and I looked out the window repeatedly.