Normal Life--What Is That Like?

See this satellite picture? It's an image of my mortal enemy, Tropical Storm Ernesto.

For three weeks, I've been on excellent behavior, taking care of my 87-year-old mother and entertaining her with day trips all over the tri-state, playing cards, visiting family, making her life HAPPY. All this was done concurrently while working full-time as well as blogging and trying to keep up a social life (unsuccessfully). I could handle the multitasking as long as I knew there was an end in sight, that the day would come when life would return to normal.

Each night I would fall into bed exhausted from huge, napless days of cleaning (she likes a very clean house) and cooking, but I kept going knowing life would soon return to normal. The day would come when I could speak on the phone again without 20 interruptions, come and go as I pleased, eat when I wanted, turn on the air conditioning in 84-degree weather, or use Tide instead of Wisk without consequences. And that day was August 30, 2006 at approximately 1 pm EST.

Now Ernesto is messing up my plans. My mother may not be able to leave here for days. I love her, but I need my day-in-day-out life back. Today.

Ernesto will pay. Or at the very least, the Weather Channel will pay. Someone's taking a dive for this.