Wednesday, 31 December 2008 - 2:15 pm

Catching breath

Today we’re trying to work out how we’re going to get to the hospital. A couple of the group have gone off to find maps and supplies; we’re going to head out when they get back.

We found a mostly-whole café last night.  Intact walls and a roof that doesn’t seem ready to fall on us at a moment’s notice.  The frontage is shattered, but it’s deep enough that we can get away from the wind.  The kids and the injured slept on the couches at the back; I’m a little jealous.  But I suspect that if I lay down on one of those I’d never want to get up again.

Liz and Sally scoured the kitchen and managed to make us all a hot meal.  It seems like forever since I had hot food.  Since I had something that didn’t come out of a packet.  It was heaven.  I don’t know what was in it – I suspect I don’t want to – but damn it was good.  We even got Simon to eat some of it.

He’s not doing so good.  It’s hard to tell, but I think he has a fever.

We found a clothing store next door, too.  Pretty cheap stuff, but it’s not like any of us care.  I had been wearing the same clothes for almost a week; I am tempted to take them outside and burn them.  I don’t even want to know what I smell like.  Feels so good to have something clean on.


It’s getting dark out; there must be a storm coming.