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<p>I got to spend an hour waiting for a bus right beside the nearly-overflowing Waller Creek. (I arrived when the busses were still there, parked because it was still considered too hazerdous to drive. I would have gotten on them, but they were so full there wasn't even extra standing room.)</p><p>When I did manage to get on the bus, the bus's radio occasionally would buzz in with a message, telling the bus drivers to only radio in if they needed police or ambulances for a "life or death emergency". It seems that the power and phone at the bus dispacher's office had gone out, and the radio was their only way of communicating.</p><p>Then, when I got to my stop, the bus faced a dead end. The entrance to my apartment complex, and the road in front of it, was flooded. The road was closed, and there was a car submerged up to its windows. My stop was the only one that was able to get off the bus, everyone else along the rst of the route had to wait as the bus driver figured out exactly how he could get to all the stops with this road taken out.</p><p>Now, as I'm sitting here typing this, I have to be careful how much pressure I use to set my feet on the ground, since the padding beneath the carpet is soaked near my iMac. (and in my Girlfriend's adjacent closet...)</p>
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In the dark times, will there still be singing?
Yes, there will be singing. There will be singing about the dark times. -- Bertolt Brecht
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