A is for Awesome

My neighborhood is about to become a giant lake or, more accurately, part of the Hudson River, so Jo and I evacuated to my parents' apartment, which could well also flood, but which is outside Zone A. We are (were?) supposed to pack, scrub-the-place-so-as-to-get-the-deposit-back, and move in under a week. It could be worse, and I'm grateful it's not, but nah, it's not so fun.