Hurricane Clean-Up

BAM the storm pounded us and uprooted all the familiar. What do you do when the familiar terrain of your psyche is ripped up-torn down-blasted into the next galaxy? While you are facing the huge new task of college-shopping for your only child, and she wants to go to the number one threatening place that is like a nuclear explosion for your spouse?

Whew, what a mess.

And when the spouses are both therapists, yee-uck, it's a projection-fest. Even as we vehemently deny it.

The storm after the storm; no maps for this place.