Five minutes

I came home early tonight due to the storm. At 3pm I texted Mom and told her to go home. I’m just going to finish up and leave. We were all watching the storm intensity. The rain was coming in bands, things were blowing in the rain. There was a weird sound from the back door of work and when I opened it, I struggled to get the wreath off to protect it. Emma was laughing as my hair was blowing like mad.

Father T came and told us all to just go home. He was out and a large branch fell in front of him. Everyone work day done. Go home and be safe.

I get home and within five minutes Joe has questions. I tell him Father T told us all to go home because the storm was so bad. He asks me how far away does Father T live. He lives there I say. At church? Yes at church. He lives in the church?

Try for a subject change. What are you watching. He says “The Goonies”. I reply that is an old movie. Joe replies “No it’s not I saw it last week!”

Check the box, I’m done. Not quite sure how to continue anyway.