We are officially in a holding pattern. Just circling the runway. Waiting for a sign. Waiting for powers that are out of our control to let us know when we're allowed to continue with our normal day to day activities. Waiting for the littlest member of our family to let us know when we can finally exhale.
In the meantime, this fool's got plenty of questions about what exactly is going to happen when it is that something does begin to indeed, happen. So far all she's taken from it is that she's going to Isabella's house and she wants to meet her brother while wearing a grey sweater. Priorities.
So we wait. In the cold. I think Laura has scheduled Indian buffet for Friday. It worked last time. I wouldn't be surprised. That and she should go climb some fences.