I feel guilty. I feel so overwhelmed that I am sitting here, at my kitchen counter, drinking cold brew coffee, not too hot and not too cold, my son playing with his toys in his organic cotton pjs, the dogs sleeping quietly. My possessions are all in tact. My photography clients are still coming, and I’m still making money so that I can continue living.
We don’t have internet. That’s about it… in a way it’s almost nice.
A 30 minute’s drive to the east it’s a different story.