Another Day, Another (Natural) Emergency

After the perils of last week, it seemed like a good idea to get away from New York - sometimes moving away from the things that are so familiar to you helps numb their memory.  My brother was kind enough to snag me a ticket down to West Palm Beach to stay with the rest of the crew (my sister-in-law, her family, and of course my niece and nephew).  I couldn’t really say no.

So I”ve been here, working more than anything else.  Yesterday I clocked 20 hours alone - it’s rough being awake throughout the entire night, into the morning, shuttling milk up for the kids since you’re still awake and near the fridge.  By the time my head hits the pillow, it’s 6AM - about the same time my niece is getting prepared for her day of exploring.

But there’s bigger news down in these parts.  It’s a fellow named Ernesto.  If you don’t know, he’s a pesky little tropical storm that’s making its way up from Cuba as we speak.  I’ve only been through one real hurricane in my life, Andrew, when I was up inNew York as a kid.  Personally, I found the whole thing fascinating.  The folks down here are running mad in preparation - for some reason I can’t help but feel the news crews are more excited about having something to trump all day than anything else.  Ahh well.

I’ve got some hard deadlines this week so I’ve been hunkering down.  Considering there’s a slight chance we’ll lose power at some point, I want to get as much as possible done while I can.  We’ll see how it all turns out.

It must just be my luck.  In the last 3 months I’ve been in SF, I’ve felt 2 earthquakes already.  When the heavens are aligned against you - well, it just plain sucks.