My friend Dan wheels up in his chair. “I had to wait 20 minutes before I could even get out of my truck,” he says. His wheelchair got soaked, but the seat cushion stayed dry. A small victory.
There’s a tiny part of me that’s envious.
But there were lighter moments, too. After a doctor's appointment, I met up with friend Deb for a quick chai.
And later as the sky opened up, I ducked into Garces Trading Company with Shawn.
When the sun finally returned, I walked (and talked) “long distance” with Bosco in Delaware, Marla in Illinois, and Brett in Arizona.
After all, even the lightest drizzle could turn into a hurricane. Or worse.