So, Karl woke up this morning coughing so badly he started to hyperventilate, and his bronchial tubes started closing, so I rushed to Walmart to get a bronchial inhaler for him at 4:30 this morning.

Atlanta also has a horrible fuel shortage, so I passed a gas station that finally had gas (and a LONG line) and got the inhaler home to him, made sure he was ok, and ran up there to be in line for my gas. Got my gas, came home and then jumped into Karl's SUV and went back up and went through the line again to fill his up. Finally finishd both of our cars by 6 a.m.

Just in time too, because they're saying now that the supply stations that the tankers fill up at are now out of gas.

I'm sick of this not knowing whether I'll be able to find enough fuel to make it to work and back! It's pretty dreary here in Atlanta!

Then I get home and Karl goes - you coming back to bed? I'm like "I'm awake now - I guess I'll just take a nap later today".