The deluge is on its way. The Perfect Storm is brewing. One's coming from the northwest, and the other is coming from the south. Because, in Houston, when it rains it pours.
Last night I didn't get any sleep. I stumbled in from Aerospace Scholars, and decided to have a glass of wine. Next thing, Cari and I have drank a fairly large bottle (note to self: buying the super-large bottle of wine is probably more dangerous than cost-effecient) and its suddenly 1 a.m.