Maybe

I know there are many good articles about the storm right now. I can't read them. There are many events commemorating the anniversary. I can't go to them. People ask, what are you doing on the 29th. I don't know. I might just stay home. Or maybe I'll spend a quiet evening with friends. Because recently, every time I hear mention of the storm — and more recently, every time I think of the storm — I lose my shit just a little bit. Maybe tomorrow I'll lose my shit altogether. Maybe it will be good. Maybe it will be cathartic. Maybe not. I'm not rushing it.