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  • Today, Isaac is scaring the crap out of someone who didn't leave because:
    he just didn't have it in him to pack up,
    because they didn't have money for gas, or
    maybe because she got stood up last night by some jerk who texted "I'm staying at Jeff's for dinner, hope that's okay" an hour after she'd finished cooking their meal.

    Today, someone is looking at the Weather Channel to see where Isaac is and worrying about the people listed above.

    Today, I'm looking at the Weather Channel in my own neighborhood because I'm not worrying about the people listed above.

    Today, in my neighborhood it's 101˚ Fahrenheit which is 38˚ Celsius and at 15% humidity, even though they say feels like 96˚ it actually feels like opening the door to a windy oven. It's not very hot, it's fucking hot, it's nose-bleed hot.

    Today, I have tried twice to sit on a wooden bench in the sunlight - I got burned. I have ended up sitting on the modern metal chair under the modern metal umbrella on the in a patch of cool hot grass AstroTurf. There are four tables each with four metal chairs; there are four umbrellas and and four patches of AstroTurf. There are three solitary women eating three solitary lunches (because the forth table is too much in the sun). My sandwich is melting a bit, but I'm not melting, I'm thawing, not worrying.

    Today, the temperature in my office is a crisp 76˚. The temperature at my desk is about 85˚ due to my space heater.

    Today, I'm not worried about my Aunt Connie because she got the hell out of there after Katrina. She didn't think nursing was such a great profession if it meant being stranded in a New Orleans hospital with the dying because you have to hand ventilate people when the power goes out and the generators go out and the air conditioning goes out.

    Today, if my dad was still alive I'd be worried about him in Houma, Louisiana. I'd think about the time his house got knocked off its foundation by Rita; although he was one to always, ALWAYS make it to higher ground.

    Today, I'm not worrying about my dad being hit by Isaac because he isn't there to worry about...see how not worried I am.
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