Hurricane Harvey was a bastard of a storm.
I was up all hours of the night for days on end keeping tabs on the flood control reservoir at the end of my street only a few houses away, it got dangerously close to overflowing but fortunately never did.
Craziest thing, I remember being inside my house in the middle of the day all dark no power, and I hear the unmistakable sound of a military helicopter getting closer and closer and suddenly the house was starting to shake. I ran outside and looked up and there was a Blackhawk hovering no higher than 50 meters directly above my house and a soldier poking their head out the side looking straight down, I swear we made eye contact it was so close. Fucking wild.
Pretty great actually. On my first relaxation vacation with no specific agenda in several years. The beach is gorgeous, the breeze is cool and the drinks are flowing. Life can be good, sometimes anyway. Trying not to think about the work stacking up that will be waiting for me on my return.