You should see the blue skies this morning. Seriously, we haven't even gotten rain yet. But, they say hurricanes act funny like that. There is a breeze, and that doesn't usually happen in South Texas.

There was actually a part of me that was hoping Rita would just downgrade far enough to where she'd just whip out to sea all that crap Katrina stirred up, so that the cruise to Cozumel we're planning to take over my birthday next spring would be over crystal blue waters. Well, at least it turned out Rita was not the bitch that Katrina was. Whew.

And that reminds me. I've given up trying to get ahold of my friend Corrie, who was my first roommate freshman year in college, who lives in Beaumont. So please send up a prayer for people who had to board up their windows and evacuate, that they might actually get to go home soon, without a lot of incident. But I left a message for Charolette, my speech therapist, who gave me a Texas accent when I began speaking again after my brain tumor (and then I moved to New Jersey, so my accent is a mess!), who lives in Victoria, who the other day loaded up her husband and four cats and four dogs to get out of town and head toward San Antonio to safety. I love her so.

As you can tell by the run-on sentences, the latte` has kicked in. And the weather's perfect right now. So I'm not going to hunker down in the pantry and drink all day.

Gasp! Travis is moving in, in a week!! I guess I'll just clean and listen to The 90s Channel...