One Week

Today marked one week since I filled my first sandbag. I never even thought about when it would end or what it could bring. I just knew I had to help. We spent much of last Saturday morning on Rivershore Drive in Moorhead filling sandbags. Sunday we headed to Sandbag U (or Sandbag Central, SBC). It was amazing to meet such giving and hard working people. After all those bags, last weekend and throughout the week, all we are left to do is ride it out.

So many times this week, I've kept wanting to wake up from this dream. Thursday night, when they upped the crest even more, I realized I wasn't going to. I think I hit rock bottom that night. But my positive outlook on this has returned. This morning reports came in that the river may have crested. This lifted many spirits, I am sure, and while I certainly do not think it is over by far, a sense of calmness has come over me, one I haven't had all week. Of course, it could be the NyQuil/DayQuil cocktails I've been taking... Though I even try to look at that positively - it was as good time to get sick. I couldn't help as much as I wanted, but it helps to ease having nothing to do since all I want to do is sleep.

Jason, I and the cats remain safe. According to the map, our townhouse is located on parts of the "higher ground" in Fargo and for that I am so thankful. My heart goes out to all of you that have to worry about your homes or have already been evacuated. I cannot even begin to imagine what you are feeling. We will all stay strong though, because that's what we do. We grew up in the Midwest with strong work ethics and the courage to keep going on no matter what. It is that which will get us through the greatest flood of all time for Fargo-Moorhead, and I am so glad to be a part of that.