|"Damp, wet, terrible rains and winds.
Spirits were low. Breakfast is brought to us; it’s a small
box of cereal, with a cup of warm milk. Lunch is a can of tuna, and
a foam cup filled with mayo for us to share. Tried to sleep as much
as possible just to avoid thinking. Difficult, since whatever side
of the body you were laying on would fall asleep from the hardness
of the floor. We couldn’t even look outside, since every time
a window was opened, the rain would pour in."
Journal excerpt, Friday, Oct 21.
Hurricane Wilma, 2005