Oh yeah. The storm. What storm? J-Ko is calling leaving me these paranoid messages about getting in the closet (has she forgotten Mandy is already out?) and Chicken Moe is hiding underneath pillows. I was busy at work, answering the crisis line, never noticed it. I did see that as people came in from outside they appeared to have droplets on their shoulders. I thought they had been smoking and trying to spit or something, that's what always happened to me when I used to smoke. Paranoia runs high in these here parts, I do declare. My car did enjoy the spit bath.