Still awake. My sleep patterns are more disrupted by this situation than the whole 9/11 thing, probably because it’s an ongoing struggle, not so much of a “flash and crash” disaster.

Fats Domino – Helping Hand: (mp3 – via)

I’m a thousand miles away from home, sleeping in the rain
A thousand miles away from home, waiting for a train
Nobody seems to want me or give me a helping hand
I nevermore will roam again if I ever get home again

Glad to have you found, sir.

Wind chimes outside are over-sounding the noises inside… just key-clicks, and computer fans at the moment.

I’m in a mood to go out and walk in the dark, but can’t, because I’m still tethered to the home-office due to call. It’s been a surprisingly quiet night for missing people. I suspect that the phone will be rather tricky in a few hours, because the office is closed for the holiday, but people will still call.

We’ve been getting a lot of calls for the Florida Marine Patrol.. I think someone’s telephone directory has us listed there by mistake, or on a line just above or below where the other one should be.

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