I went to Kroger last

I went to Kroger last night to pick up a few things. I actually had forgotten all about the hurricane until I walked in. The TP aisle was almost entirely bare. The canned goods aisle looked as if a tornado (or, you know, a hurricane) had gone through — a few random cans scattered around, but that was it. They were entirely out of Diet Coke and all the Minute Maid drinks that I buy, yet (as Laurie also observed) there were plenty of Pepsi products. Score one for Pepsi being quicker to restock, or, score one for Coke being tastier. Who knows.
The Phillies lost last night, benefitting both the Braves, who clinched the NL East for the 14th year in a row, and the Astros, who scratched out a bit more breathing room with a much-needed win over the Cardinals. They now lead the Wild Card race by 2.5 games with 5 games left to play — one against the Cards, then 4 at home against the Cubs. Magic number is 3.
“Apparently not content at trying to blast Texas off the map with hurricane-force winds and submerge its coasts beneath stormy seas, Mother Nature now seems bent on baking the state.” It’s supposed to be 15-20 degrees cooler by Friday. THANK GOD.
Ever since I got back from our little vacation in Conroe, I have been itchy. Antsy. Restless. It’s almost a nervous feeling. Like I’m about to burst out of my skin. Normally when I feel this way, I know why. This time I don’t. It’s unsettling.