Boy, am I glad that John made it through the hurricane safe and sound. Because if he didn’t, XYZ would be dead. And I wouldn’t have anything to post today (busy time of year at work…).
And it just so happens that today’s XYZ posting is so extraordinary that it’s going on the front page (read: I have nothing else to post today). So here you go, folks: John’s adventures in the aftermath of Hurricane Ike.
Since many of us here in Houston were without supplies post Ike I figured that I too should feel how you felt and therefore eat how you, the reader possibly ate. I will therefore go one week without power and without visiting the store. In fact, I will go 2 days without power before I begin, to rot my food. I unplug the fridge Friday night.
Monday: I have power and AC. You don’t. I go to the breaker and kill the power. I am going to be in for a tough 5 days. For breakfast I am in for a hurricane treat. Rice Crispies and beer. The milk theoretically would have already been pretty gross and the beer, well that would go in the cooler and have been saved. At first I am ready to quit and just drink the beer and go back to sleep but after a few spoons I write a wonderous poem.