Looks like we’re stuck in Houston. Since well before I got off work yesterday, all the freeways out of town have been parking lots. I don’t have the intestinal fortitude to sit on 290 or I-10 for 8 or 10 hours. My friend Joe just called – he left at 3:30 this morning to go to San Antonio and STILL hasn’t gotten there. No thanks.
If the storm continues moving northward, hopefully Houston won’t get hit too hard. It’s been surreal driving around and seeing boards on windows. I’ve never seen that in Houston before. Just made the final trip to the grocery store (they’re about to close and will not reopen until Sunday), so it’s hunker down time.
[Oh, great, the smirking monkey of a “President” is on television. That guy is incapable of not looking like an asshole, even when he’s trying to be “compassionate.” And right now, he’s not being compassionate, he’s being an uppity bitch to a news reporter who’s questioning him about aid for Katrina damage. He sucks ass. He embarrasses me. He embarrasses himself. He embarrasses this country.]
Anyway, good luck to the other hunkerers out there. This too shall pass.