Waiting.

This is the first Friday night that I have spent alone in a long time. Angelbaby is at her dad's and the Rascal is on the road driving back from the worst hell of his life. The Rascal grew up in New Orleans and his grandparents still lived in Slidell. Slidell was hit pretty hard and flooded with 6-9 feet of water. Luckily both of the Rascal's grandparents made it through the hurricane but their house will have to be demolished. So for the past couple of days the Rascal has been digging through garbage, sewage, oil, and mold trying to find anything belonging to his grandparents that they could salvage. From what he has told me, there wasn't much. Anyways, a few more hours and he will be home again. A changed man, but home none the less.