I’ve been absent for the internet, but for a very good reason. You see, I got home after the storm. Few branches strewn about my lawn, a broken shutter or two, nothing too bad. Everything inside is okay, aside from my basement being a little flooded. I get inside, and Flynn ( my lizard ) is going nuts in his cage. So, I take him out, calm him down, and bring him upstairs to my room. And then, that’s when I see it. Well, hear it. Naveen ( my cat ) has buried himself under my bed, and I can just hear him crying. And Genie ( my dog ) is with him. Next time this happens, I don’t care what some safety team says. I’m going straight home and being with my boys. Fuck being trapped without them.












