Brunswick is flooding
And yet, here I am, still sitting in the newsroom.
Everything is going crazy here. On the police scanner there’re plans being made to go into certain neighborhoods if things get any worse rescue people. Schools are about to make parents come get their kids. The police have requested boats from the DNR. High tide is set to hit at about 11:30, and access to St. Simons Island may be cut off, and more water may pour from the marshes and into the city.
The parking lot here at work has flooded, except for one tiny strip on the far end of the building.
Water is getting into the building. The women’s rest room is out of commission for the foreseeable future and newspapers have been placed on the floor all over the building to try and absorb the water.
Ceiling tiles are turning brown from holding so much water. We expect them to start bursting before noon. Beneath my desk, water is welling up.
Roads all over town are closing and most of us don’t know if we’ll be able to get home. We may well be spending the night in the newsroom.
Sigh.
This morning, before all this started, I had to make a choice. Use less milk with my cereal to conserve enough to use for Saturday morning, or use what I normally use and hit the grocery store after work before going home.
Guess which one I ended up doing.
Updates to come.
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2 comments:
If you need a rescue, I *will* get there, dude.
You should make a makeshift fishing pole and just make the best of it. Or a priate outfit and claim that your day of reckoning is at hand and let loose:
"O'er the waves of blood sail the Ivory Web - Filling all hearts with fear and dread - Though time has passed since I ravaged these seas - No one shall have what was Black Jack Lee's"
:)
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