captainoblivious

...Oh, shit!

Well, it was (but shouldn't have been) a surprise to hear that mandatory evacuations are taking place tomorrow for the county adjacent. There is, after all, a possible Cat 4/5 hurricane headed straight for my front door.

I don't watch the news. I don't actively seek it. Spin and sensationalism are bad for your blood pressure, man. So I had heard the name "Rita," and not much else.

Today, Mom calls me and asks, "What are your plans for the rest of the week?"
(Great. Nagging over unemployment.)
"I don't know. You have any for me?"
(Standard cop-out response.)
"I want you to go to your Dad's house."
(Uncle Ken is coming in from Atlanta... I need to ask Chris about that... wait, huh?)
"Why?"
"Have you been watching the news?"
(Hurricane. Riiiight.)
"Oh, that? Hmm."

They want me in Austin when that thing hits, and I'm beginning to be (ahem) converted to their point of view, kna'mean? So barring any changes, I'm probably headed out tomorrow and will remain more or less incommunicado for the better part of a week.

Meanwhile, with the sheer number of NOLA folk I see around in the Med Center and such, I can't help but think about them again, now that their temporary home is once again in the crosshairs.

I literally have no money that is not owed to someone else immediately. Well, maybe $0.94. And what does that buy, a Coke? So I have debt and a Coke to my name. Bitchin'. I sense an interesting weekend coming up.