I guess I'm chattier in the morning, because I was full of things to post about at 6 a.m. but right now I just want to curl up in bed at a 4 year old's bedtime and watch the Olympics and crochet. I'll try to make it up this weekend, with ruminations about weight loss and exercise and middle age and career crap and small dogs and all those other things that keep you twentysomethings coming back for more clicking away as fast as you can. Photos of an actual felted bag, if I get around to felting it while the light decides to be right and the rain holds off. Whoo-hoo. I'll wait while you all recover from the excitement.

Boy is one of, as he puts it, the last five houses in his zip code to get electricity. He's really tired of roughing it. He can, of course, use his key and come here and shower and eat and enjoy a/c and cable, but he is a Rugged Manly Man and has not retreated to Mom's House. He is toughing it out -at the office and Starbucks and various other refuges, but he does go home and sleep in the miserable humid heat of his own place. One of my friends at the office is also the last I know to still be living without electricity (different zip code) - she also deserves a Rugged Pioneer Woman prize. And, let me say again, we were the lucky ones. Many people dealing with Charley's aftermath would be very happy to be bitching about a week without electricity, compared to what they've lost. At least most of the people in the Orlando area still have a roof over our heads and an office to go to.

If there's a charity in your area collecting for hurricane victims, please slip them a few bucks. Throw the equivalent of a skein of Koigu their way, anything helps. The worst off are the many migrant workers, mostly illegals, who were already living in terrible conditions and have now lost not only the sad shacks they lived in but the jobs that brought them here, and they are not eligible for a lot of the federal disaster aid, so they are dependent on churches and other private sources. It ain't pretty. As I said, Punta Gorda and Port Charlotte were nuthin' like Palm Beach before the storm hit, and Polk and Osceola and the other counties in the path of the storm were not a resort/retirement destination for the rich. These are hardworking people, and a lot of them are up the creek without...anything.