When our mom lived in Paris a hundred years ago, she always laughed when she saw a sign affixed to an out-of-order telephone that said: En derangement.
Now that she's translated the French for us, we can laugh too as we think how many other ways we'd like to use those words to explain our mom's current condition. Out of order? Yes. Way too busy? Yes. Thoroughly deranged? Absolutely.
We think she'll be back in order before too long. Still busy, but perhaps less so. But that deranged? No hope for a cure.
As we face the last month of hurricane season here in what has been a comparatively peaceful time, we feel awful for those elsewhere who seem to have gotten the brunt of winds and rain and even worse. No predicting anything anymore!!! Not even for this so far happily unemployed weather dog.
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