I know, and I'm sorry

I'd like to blame ridiculous blogging of petty personal issues while people are having loss of life and limb and everything else on the PMS but we all know it's just because I have a streak of the ostrich in me. Just couldn't stand it for a minute.

I'm back now.

Read Allison. And read Allison's archives about her own experience with losing everything she and her husband owned (including their dog!) in a fire a couple of years ago. She knows whereof she speaks.

Check out the smart bitch telling you about some of the history behind the breach of the levee. I can't even describe it because it makes me so angry.

Don't forget the animals. I can't even begin to think of the horror that people must feel when they've had to leave pets behind, thinking they would be back in a couple of days and being so very wrong. This is the crux of why my mother, who lives within the (ridiculously inadequate) evacuation zone for a nuclear power plant, always says she has no truck with going to a shelter, she will be packing up the pets and driving south until she gets to me. If she runs out of gas she's going to walk. I don't think it'll work but I understand she has to try.

And last but certainly not least there are the people. They need underwear. They need toothpaste. They just need to know that someone gives a shit that their home has been whipped and shaken and sodden. The fact that they haven't had more help sooner is, quite possibly, disgraceful. I don't know all the facts but it seems as though, had we more national guardspeople on American soil, these people may have had at least WATER much sooner. I despair of the state of our union.

My (quite possibly useless bu truly heartfelt) thoughts are with everyone who is going through this.