Ready the Battlements!

Hello, People. So apparently there is a hurricane a-coming. My second cousin has been evacuated from her house to my upstairs. Her dog barked at me this morning. It was loud. My mom was telling #3 last night that our cousin is...different... and that #2 and I used to call her the 'Pale lady'. I am really not sure what to expect. My friend keeps texting me, it is breaking my focus. (Not any friend that y'all have heard about.) School starts on Monday. I am not sure what I am feeling. I guess I am just nervous. Not because I don't think I can conquer whatever I put my mind to, more because I am trying to conquer something that I know nothing about. I have no idea how to prepare myself. Typically there are ways for me to be emotionally and mentally prepared. It's like preparing for a storm. You board up your windows and whatnot. No, actually it is more like preparing a castle for battle. Close this gate, station men here. More ammunition here, put the medics there. I don't know where the attack is coming from or what it will look like. Archers or cannons??? Yeah. It will be a long week. This will be a late post if I don't post now. I will conclude with a picture of a castle, and my apologies for no information or poems. The baby is crying and I must get her.
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