The good news is, I'm fine. There's virtually no hurricane damage where I am. The bad news is, this is because I'm in California. I came here Thursday morning, when all the weather schmexperts were saying Katrina was not a big threat to South Florida. Of course the instant my plane took off, Katrina went from Tropical Storm Status to what meteorologists call Evil Demon Bitch Status, and aimed directly at my house.
So now I'm here in sunny California feeling awful. I am the world's worst husband and father. I am way below toilet scum, responsibility-wise. If toilet-scum cells could talk, they'd be saying, "We may live in a toilet, but at least we stick by our families in a hurricane."
The only good thing is that last year I bought a manly and studly generator, which Mrs. Blog got working this morning, which means our house has lights and refrigeration and -- most important -- filtration for the fish tank.
Anyway, I'm going to be focusing my efforts on calling home and feeling guilty, so blogging from me will be light. I just spoke to judi, and she's also without power, so she's going to try to get to the Miami Herald, not so much so she can work, but so she can have air conditioning. But basically everybody is fine. Although some of us are reprehensible.
To those of you out there who are affected by Katrina: Hope you're OK, and with your families.