Mouse in the Library

We're in mid-TN, so all we're looking at getting here are the edges. But let me tell you, those edges look mighty big. Wish I was allowed to donate blood, 'cause it looks like they're going to need it real soon. I have about a quarter that I can call my own, and that'll be going to the nearest donation tin that I can find. Praying at least keeps my mind off of trying to remember if I know anybody that lives down there, and off of the likely death and destruction toll.

And other than offering Thor, Zeus, Baal, Indra, and Enlil several blow-jobs each to forget about all this storm stuff, I can't think of much else to do.