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Well shit

 We spent another mostly rainy day indoors.  By indoors, I mean of course in our 8'x17' tent.  

Because of the possible oncoming weather, I shoved all our outdoor things into Orgalorg the screen tent and zipped him up tight.

We hadn't heard back yet from the potential landlord, but it was just Monday, so I was trying not to worry too much.

I talked to Aaron about the weather.  Both yutes are developing a genuine fear of storms, and I'm a little heartbroken over it.  While I wanted to keep him happy and relaxed, I also need him to trust that I will give him important information.

I saw a description of storm watch vs storm warning being like:

Taco watch: we have all the ingredients for tacos, but no tacos yet.  Maybe there will be tacos at some point.

Taco warning: tacos have been made and we are eating the tacos.

So I explained that to him, to his amusement.  "No tacos now?" he aaked.

"Nope.  The taco cupboard is closed right now.  If Big Steve pops in and opens the cupboard, there may be tacos."

"Go away, Big Steve," Aaron said.

I came to this tent already diagnosed with ongoing medical-grade exhaustion.  I cannot tell you that has at all improved.

Also Kind Lady, more normally called Becca, stopped in.  Her partner brought chicken from Kwik Trip.  I chatted with her for a while.  Like many deeply empathetic people, she has been through real Shit, and here she is still standing.  

May we continue to stand in the face of the storm.

As beautiful as the coming storm may seem tonight.

But also, please, universe, we need a house.