Just a short note to let you all know that Bobby and I are okay. That French Quarter fire that everybody's talking about was, yes, in our building.
Our apartment was untouched by fire or water, although everybody says we suffered smoke damage. I can't tell because of the amount of Benson and Hedges Menthol Lights I smoke. Everything smells about the same as it did before.
I took lots of pictures, but I can't post them yet cause I'm officially homeless for a few days because of the loss of electricity. We now have to wait for the City to allow our landlord to turn the power back on for the slave-quarter apartements that were undamaged. No telling how long that will be.
The firefighters who responded were remarkable. I can't say enough about them. Well, except to say that the City treats them shamefully with the puny salaries it pays them.
Enough for now. My thoughts are scattered, and I'm kind of shook up.
I was thinking last night that I'll just bounce back again in a couple of days. But, you know what? It's beginning to seem that bouncing back just means hitting that wall over and over again.
Maybe I just don't have it in me anymore. We'll see.
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