I was reading through my friends page, and came across a link to poppy z. brite's journal, in which the continuing tragedy of what's happening in New Orleans is made clear.  And I felt guilty.  I'm way away from that, we worry about annual forest fires up here, but we recover very quickly.  New Orleans isn't.

Poppy has turned her home into a cat shelter, with a paypal account to donate money to, to help feed and care for the cats, most of which would be dead without her.  So I finally stopped procrastinating, and donated.  I feel a little bit better, though I know it isn't enough.  So much for being a grumpy hermit.