We’re heading to RayRay’s hometown tonight and on to the Big Easy tomorrow. We know Ike is coming, but people down there don’t seem worried. We might re-evacuate by Friday, but I doubt. Actually, here’s the scoop: If I go home, the city will have to evacuate. If I stay here and wait around, then nothing will happen. This isn’t Murpy’s Law, it’s mab’s Bad Luck Law. Or the Communists.
Now I’m off to pack. I hate packing. But I shall attempt to do so with a happy heart.