awake
NPR on KUHF calls me to consciousness as usual. Their top story isn't even on hurricane Rita, and it is the 'morning report' - as usual. Outside, the wind whips a few leaves across my window, and the rain continues in its patter.
I am disgusted to find that there still isn't any power in my apartment. The alarm continues to run on its batteries.
I sigh, kill the alarm, roll over, and pull the covers higher over my head.
Sleep.