From Soggy Iowa

The area where I live, though currently dry, is in the "500 year flood plain" in the Des Moines area, which this afternoon they called for an emergency evacuation of. (excuse my dangling participles, but I'm exhausted)

So. I raced home, called mom and stepdad who kindly came to help me pack up my valuables and move them upstairs. They also took the cats up to the vet, who are boarding them overnight. I wouldn't have done that, but I'm in a church board retreat from 6-9p this eve and 9-noon tomorrow. Mom's gonna keep an eye on the cresting and deluge and pick up the kitties tomorrow morning if it looks like they can come home dry-pawed.

My cats hate me now, and don't understand why this happened. They've never spent a night away from home. At least they're together. I gather they have their own 'condo'.

I, on the other hand, am leaving my condo (townhome). I've packed a couple of bags, thrown my lockbox of valuable papers in the car, and am spending the night with friends. Yay for family and friends.

I am well, though exhausted. My friends and colleagues in eastern Iowa (between me and Katie, basically) are in bad shape. The Cedar Rapids Public Library is under water. I have friends there, and I'm thinking about them a lot.

I'm off to my retreat. Think dry thoughts at the midwest, if you can.

At least we're not getting Katrina'd. Yet.

Peace from Soggy Iowa, everybody.