I am grateful for Tropical Storm Edouard.
When I went to bed Monday night, he was headed STRAIGHT for Houston. At the end of the work day on Monday, we had an office meeting about whether or not we were going to work the next day. Our boss told us all to watch the news and "use our discretion". I was fairly confident that my discretion was going to advise me to not work. Just a guess!
So we woke up Tuesday morning... and it wasn't raining. The storm was supposed to hit Houston around 7:00am, which was okay by me since that was the time we would all be commuting to work and therefore we would all just decide to stay in our cozy beds.
When I turned on the news.... I was kinda ticked. Eduoard had taken a turn to the north east and was no longer headed towards Houston. Dang it.
Please don't get me wrong.... I do NOT want a giant hurricane to hit the city... but a lot of rain that would cause a day off work would be much appreciated.
Grant taunted me and told me to get over it and go to work. Rude. So I got all showered and dressed, called my boss and left her a voicemail telling her that I was coming to work but that I would be a little late.
Too bad that no one was at the office when I got there. The lights were out. Computers off. Silent. Empty. Soooooo I went and hung out with my mom, dad, Jaclyn, and Grace Parker all the day long.
Here's the funny thing: this tropical storm was totally overrated. It was nothing more than a rainy day in Houston.
Thank you, Edouard, for my day off.
Thank you, Jesus, for sending Edouard. :)