Not really about weight loss

Good morning everyone!

It's 3AM and I was woken up by sirens thank goodness they weren't for us. The students at the local private college are being asked to evacuate. And a bunch of areas in Moorhead and Fargo have already been evacuated. We are, according to this fancy map, in amazing danger of having our home flooded. I have lost several pounds since Saturday, half from sandbagging and I would guess half from pure stress.

The National Weather Service upped our estimated crest from 41 to 43. Tomorrow morning we are leaving for my parents' house in more central Minnesota. Quite frankly I am very torn about it. I live here. I love it here. We have worked for hours trying to save our community and it feels wrong to abandon it now. Fargo and Moorhead now are in fact, separate places only connected by the 94 bridge-- one lane traffic each way.

It's so frustrating because people came to help in droves. Volunteers were being turned away in some places. We had built sandbag dikes and levees to protect homes and communities-- up to 42 feet. They've been trying to add two more feet to the dikes, but it's set to crest pretty soon here and the roads next to the river are all closed. They asked us not to come to the Fargodome unless we live close to it. I have a hard time dealing with the fact that after an entire week of work, some people putting in astounding eight and twelve hour shifts and with the help of the National Guard-- we still may be forced to leave and we don't know for how long.

So we're going before they make us. Tomorrow morning. Stay safe and dry, friends.

PS: A quick 3AM sociology lesson: The lack of normalness, or rather the presence of normlessness has a name in the Sociology field. It's called Anomie. Emile Durkheim, who is one of our founding fathers wrote about it extensively. Technically we are not to structural anomie yet. But every day hanging out anomie, oh yeah we're there.