The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire...

And it smelled like apple crisp and incense to me...at first. We came out of it all very lucky, and thanking God. By the time we knew it was our house on fire, it was after one in the morning, and we very well could have been asleep as the fire increased directly above us. But we and the Schultheis' just happend to have stayed up late, and Curtis just happened to come home that very day. Alot of laundry and two nights at the Motel 6 later we are just displaced and a bit emotionally drained. I guess we just take it one day at a time now. Luckily I am going to CT with the kids in a few days, and it will be easier for Curtis to figure stuff out alone. Hopefully we will get an apartment quickly. The red cross is so great, putting us up in a hotel with a kitchenette (not a bathinette) for a few days, so there's only one day before I leave that we don't know where we'll stay. It is hard to write all my feelings about this situation while in the midst of it, so maybe later. For now, let's just say we're good to go for the next two days. Woo-hoo!