First off, to all of my readers who are relatives or out of state friends: We're fine. No windows broke, no flooding, power is back on, the hubby and cats are fine.
Nothing much happened in my part of the world. Some branches were down, lots of us lost power, some yahoo got shot while trying to loot and nearly everyone ran out or nearly ran out of gas. Other than that, Rita was almost a non-event.
Which is very very cool.
I feel horrible that our neighbors to the east got hit so hard, but I have to say that I couldn't be happier that Houston was spared. Now, of course, many of those people who got stuck in traffic trying to evacuate are saying that they'll never leave town for a hurricane again. The doctor part of me is horrified - these people will put themselves at such huge risk. The bitchy Darwinian part of me thinks that these folks will just have to learn the hard way; furthermore, if they aren't fleeing like sensible people then there will be more room on the highway for my loved ones.
But life is pretty much back to normal. I've switched rotations, so now I'm in the community hospital NICU. Hmmmmmmmmmm... babies. Life is good, 'cause right now there aren't any fetuses. Just plenty of ventilator depended chronic lung babies, some feeders and growers and a couple of former fetus train wrecks. The really really super cool thing is that due to a scheduling fluke, I don't have to take call until this Sunday.
Rock on!
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