When I originally grabbed a song for this blog entry, there wasn't a huge, honkin' storm comin' up the East Coast. Hence now it's almost comical, as fake horror is replaced with some real fear.
We are fine here, yes. Sandy is just a bunch of light rain and winds right now. The windows only rattle a little. It's not much, so far. Of course that may change. Local critters have all departed. They are undoubtedly far smarter than we are.
Fitness, right now, is a bit dicey. Go out and into the muck? Try the exercise bike which I hate? Run up and down the steps a few times? Helfino. I did lift weights this morning, but I do that every morning. I am a tad stir-crazy already. Eek, this'll be interesting if it keeps up.
The other thing is, of course, food. What to do, what to do, if the power goes out? Once night falls, there are few entertainment options.
Of course this is why a bunch of babies are often born 9 months after big power outage storms. Erm, no thanks.
Truth be told, my biggest concern is family. Me? Eh, I'll be fine. This is not my first rodeo. But others live to the South and I do fret about them a bit.
In other news, the five job interviews I have been through this month are now down to one, possibly two, that remain viable. And that's it.
Am I a bad interview? Is that it? I have gotten many jobs before; again, not my first rodeo. But I get the euphemistic, "They're going in a different direction." Er, whatevs.
The chaos of the weather seems to reflect the relative chaos of my life. Or, at least, of my working life. I await FEMA, to sweep up the detritus of my career and restore it.
In the meantime, stay safe and look out for old women flying by on broomsticks. This is why I took ours in yesterday. I don't want a broom-jacking.
Enjoy Michael Jackson.