Word of the Day: shambles Since Rita's now heading more toward Houston/Galveston, I'm not so worried about Victoria anymore. However, depending on exactly where she lands, I'm worried about my grandad and the rest of my family in New Iberia and my aunt in Lake Charles. JD's mom kind of wants to go home today to sign our lease and get the key to the townhouse. She called the city official office earlier and asked if the manditory evacuation was still in order, and the lady said it's not but there's no gas and hardly any stores open, so they're telling people who have places to stay out of Victoria to stay there till Rita lands. Victoria should get at least tropical forced shit, rain and wind and stuff, so it's still kind of dangerous. I said last night that I didn't want to go back till Saturday, till where we knew exactly where she's going. None of us slept well at all last night. I was exhausted from stress and driving and Patrick, so I went to sleep at seven with a headache. Patrick's playpen where he's sleeping was in our room, and so when he would wake up and freak out about where he was or something, I'd wake up and freak out about him. He woke up for real at like six this morning, and so we all got up with him. They have a pool in their backyard, so if I can figure out a way, I'll bring Patrick in there for a little bit for his first swim. I forgot to mention that I got a message from Jeff yesterday saying that the manditory evacuation was lifted and Mr. Hsu was opening the hotel back up. He asked if I could go up there and help him at the desk or make reservations or something since he's pretty much there by himself. But, you know what? I'm in Austin, and I told him we were going to Austin till at least Saturday even if she wasn't coming to Victoria. It's Jeff's own stupid fault that he didn't get out when he could, though I do feel badly for him being by himself and all. He also knows that we're supposed to be moving this weekend, and if it's not Sunday then I'm sure we'll move on Monday. I hope.