Abu Ghraib: Day 301
A loud rumble wakes my roommate and I around 0600 this morning. My mind attempts to register it as a car bomb, as it usually is. I slowly become conscious of the thousands of other noises that are starting to bombard my hearing.
It's raining outside. Thunder rolls over head. Jim, my roommate, peaks through the blinds. "What the...? Hey, Kinsey, did you leave the Tanker's windows down?"
Shit.
I threw on my boots and walked outside. You've got to be kidding me... It was 90 and sunny yesterday. It was about 55 and raining, though not as heavily as it had been, when I walked out to the Tanker. As you can see by the picture, I had indeed left the windows rolled down. My seat was ok. Jim's was soaked. Oops. I rolled up our windows and slid my way through the mud and back to my tin can trailer.
The mud cakes to itself until it starts to make a new Pangea out of your feet.
Weather.com says that we have an 80% chance of rain through tomorrow night. It's still pouring. Joy.
It's raining outside. Thunder rolls over head. Jim, my roommate, peaks through the blinds. "What the...? Hey, Kinsey, did you leave the Tanker's windows down?"
Shit.
I threw on my boots and walked outside. You've got to be kidding me... It was 90 and sunny yesterday. It was about 55 and raining, though not as heavily as it had been, when I walked out to the Tanker. As you can see by the picture, I had indeed left the windows rolled down. My seat was ok. Jim's was soaked. Oops. I rolled up our windows and slid my way through the mud and back to my tin can trailer.
The mud cakes to itself until it starts to make a new Pangea out of your feet.
Weather.com says that we have an 80% chance of rain through tomorrow night. It's still pouring. Joy.