We're here in West Houston, praying really really really hard. My good friend Ophiura is in a similar situation. Right now, I'm doing laundry...lots and lots of laundry. I've stopped looking at my fish tank because it makes me
It's funny the things we fixate on when we're stressed out. We're not in the mandatory evacuation area, but the people on the other side of the freeway seem to be. We've never flooded, but the wind is going to be scary. Luckily, we have a very nice windowless hallway that will fit two dog crates, and two bird cages, and two humans...just no fish
Tomorrow, I'm moving all of the furniture (that I hate) that our family has forced on us, in front of the windows that are most likely to break. I have a silk ficus tree that I'm sure will make a good wind break.
Other than that, we are just going to keep praying for everybody, especially those folks that came to Houston from Louisiana and are trying to get out. So, to all my fellow Gulf Coasters, good luck, and there's at least two people in Houston praying for all of you.
PS I'm a tad bit irritated that Rita is taking her time getting here. I'm ready to get it overwith. This is worse than waiting to get your SAT scores in the mail and I remember that being extremely irritating.