Today I am grateful, ever so grateful, that I no longer live in
Clear Lake (Houston), Texas.
Tonight they are in the path of Hurricane Ike, and I am here, in Gastonia, North Carolina, listening to a pleasant, and much needed, gentle rain, and looking forward to a morning run tomorrow where the HIGH is suppose to be 75 degrees.
14 years of hurricanes was enough for me.
For all my friends back in H-town:
may your evac be swift,
and even more swiftly followed by
a wet ale, and a wee dram,
under a warm roof.