My husband is ensconsed in his “man room” watching a movie that features one or more of the following: crunching noises (could be cars or bodies), projectile blood-letting, arsenal appropriate weaponry, chase scenes involving cars, helicopters, aliens, or any combination thereof, and an “oops” word or two or fifty.

I am in the “family” room, sans family except for the two feuding cats, ostensibly grading papers or readying myself for the writing conference I’ll be attending in four days. I have thirty-six pounds of papers to grade, first chapters to “dust” and make ready, three days of lesson plans to write for three different sections of English, and a “to pack” list of suitcase items. And I’ve not even looked to see what the weather will be in Minneapolis.

Instead of the above, I’m snuggling the new kitten who lately leaps in my lap when I’m using the laptop and attempts to curl himself over the keyboard. I’m listening to and partly watching the Weather Channel to follow the antics of Ike because three of my adult children are in Houston. They are all neophytes in hurricane land.The dishwasher is providing background sloshing noises which blends well with the tidal waves crashing over the Galveston seawall. I’m wondering if some of the news people are being held in a vertical position by subordinates who’re holding on to their ankles.

I’m catching up on my email, blogs, and blog-writing.

I’m postponing the inevitable.

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