FEMA is supposed to set up a place where we can get various papers replaced. I don't have the deed to my property, or my birth certificate, and probably other things I haven't though of yet. It will be handy to have one place to get everything like that done, though I have no doubt it's going to be crowded and chaotic, with over 50,000 people displaced, a large percentage of them having fled their houses at a moment's notice with next to nothing.
Various agencies are also supposed to be handing out money to cover evacuation expenses, but that is also waiting on the opening of a FEMA office. In the meantime I have several hundred in my bank account since I hadn't yet paid any of this month's bills or bought all of this month's groceries.
I'm going to have to do something about getting a telephone. Calls need to be made, and I don't want to tie up my brothers phone line, which he uses for his business. But my brain is seriously slow. It usually is, but now even more than usual. I don't know if I'll be able to keep my old phone number, which had a prefix exclusive to the ridge.
Everything is still confusing,probably in part due to my head feeling like it is full of smoke, which it is every time I inhale. The crescent moon is out tonight, and looks like an orange slice. Well, like two orange slices to me, a smaller one nestled in a larger one, thanks to my double vision. I need new glasses but I'm pretty sure my optometrist's office burned down.
Dinner is ready.
