Obligatory hurricane post

First, look at this! The New Times becomes a media empire. My first feature is due tomorrow, but it's very not done. Wilma has made this slightly less of the tragedy it could have been. I can't sleep. It hasn't started raining yet, just gusty and wonderful. I took a stroll around, but everything was rustling and whipping, and South Beach alone feels creepy, so I went home and swept, looked at the swath of red at the NOAA web site, finished re-reading more young adult literature.