Hell is Chrome

When the devil came
He was not red
He was chrome and he said

Come with me
You must go
So I went

Where everything was clean
So precise and towering
I was welcomed
With open arms

I received so much help in every way
I felt no fear
I felt no fear

As I said good bye to my house, Wilco was playing and I've had this song stuck in my head ever since. We're fine. We're in a small town called Bastrop, just outside of Austin. Luke is here, M is here and so I really don't care what happens to anything else. As we resume our constant watching of the Weather Channel, I try to read through the dramatic, Lord of the Rings type music and interpret what's really going on. Basically, it doesn't look too good. Here's the thing: Houston is very large. My house is technically in Houston, but we are only thirty minutes away from Galveston. My house is less than a mile away from a large lake that opens up into Galveston Bay. That's why you keep hearing them talk about the fact that most Houstonians are "staring down the storm". Most people in Houston Proper are not in immediate danger. Well, this Houstonian is getting the hell out of the way.

Luke and I arrived Thursday morning and M came later in the day after some last minute preparations at the house. We went to our favorite spot so that M could have his mojito.



It's not all bad. There's a pool:




There's Luke:





There's M:




...and there's gin and tonic.





The rest is just stuff. Thanks for the e-mails and comments. It means a lot that we have people thinking about our community.

Speaking of important things, don't forget that the Liz Goodman Logelin 5K is September 21st. You can walk or run wherever you are! Go here for details! Also, buy a t-shirt. You'll feel better.