indigo_rose99

I just got back from dinner with a few other displaced Texans. That was nice. Six of us... I knew three of them were execs, and it was obvious from the conversation that one of them is actually living here. The guy beside me paid for dinner (which translates to him being the highest in the company at the table, thus the person with the easiest job justifying it). There was the ritual group "Thank you, XX" when he put down his card (XX being the name of the local head of the facility, obviously not at the table with us). So, after the three hour dinner, we are all walking out, and my local contact says something about where XX parked his car. Um... Why would he be...? Oh fourletterword. That was SO NOT how he introduced himself to me. *Bang head on side of building.* Discretely. *Quick review of everything embarrassing I could have said at dinner*

I finally check my email after a few days and find an invitation to review a statistics book. Cool. I noticed that it is authored by one of my old statistician friends (mentor, etc) and is being "posthumously published." What?!? .... He is dead? Was I supposed to find out this way?

And then I got two emails from close family asking if I am all right. One is worried because my town is being evacuated, the other is worried about the flooding. ...There is flooding? Evacuation? T sounded fine when I last talked to him...

Dazed and confused