The wind picks up, and I start hearing bangs. Outside, our trash can is rolling down the road. I throw on a pair of pants and Mr L's sweater (no time for underthings), run outside, grab them, hear a loud crash, and see a tree crash down in the middle of the street. Then my front door slams shut. And I don't have my keys or phone.
I had to hang out with the one neighbor who was home in the afternoon and use her phone to call my husband. I'd never met her before, and here I am in her home in old baggy clothes, hair undone, holding my stomach, and knowing I have no underwear on. That was a fun getting-to-know-you conversation!