Saw some footage of Galveston this morning - looks pretty grim. I sure hope Randy is ok. He doesn't talk much to me lately, but I've sent him an e-mail in hopes he's doing all right (He's in Houston, and has folks in Austin who would help him out, I think.)
Closer to home, my 2 3/4 hour commute (10 miles as per usual, probably closer to 18 the way I had to go) was Special! The real pisser is when you are less than 1/4 mile from where you need to turn to get to work, but have to drive 8 miles or so out of your way in bumper-to-bumper creepy-crawly traffic to get around the flood zones.
Lake Street was flooded completely across the road over near where Salt Creek gets near the retention ponds in Addison. Apparently Irving Park was flooded in several places, I had to go all the way south down to North Avenue to get past Villa and up 83. Talk about the scenic route to work!
They said on the news that we had gotten 6 inches of rainfall overnight at O'Hare. Translated into good terms - we did NOT get 6 FEET of snow, which is what that would have been had it not been Big Wet Storm Ike, but instead Snowstorm Knute the Canuck. I am grateful. Snowstorms suck - and not in the good way.
Ok, last weekend I made my final attempt to get a pee sample from Mindi the Fat Kitty. Vet's office said "Try putting a clean litterbox with just a small bit of litter in it down, then lock her in a room with the litterbox and a bowl of water.
So I did. Friday nite - cat is confined, nothing but water and litterbox.
Saturday evening (maybe 14 to 18 hours later?) I open the door to check. No pee. Not on the floor, not in the box - none. Cat makes a BEELINE out of the room and over to the USUAL litterbox - and pees like a racehorse into the clumping litter that I can't use for the sample. The vet's assistant laughed at me. I did too.