wow, it's wierd to work on a Sunday

I went into work today. Geez, is working on a Sunday strange, on a holiday weekend to boot. But like someonoe in the office said today, disasters don't know holidays or weekends. I'm just glad I got the day off yesterday and went down to the beach. I needed a break. I needed a day just to lie on the beach and read Jimmy Buffett, to splash in the waves, to wander up and down the boardwalk and eat Thrasher's fries for lunch and frozen custard for dinner. And I didn't even get sunburned! (For me, that's a record, even for this late in the season.)

Update: I will indeed be deployed to disaster relief, but not in the short term. According to my boss Judy, first of all they need me now to coordinate the influx of volunteers, and they'll need relief workers more later after the commotion has died down. Everyone wants to help now when New Orleans is splashed all over the news, but the trick will be to get people to go down there in a few weeks or months when us relief workers have burned out and there are still people to take care of. That means I just might be able to run my fall marathons after all.

~Bethany