Friday brain dump

We must be having an unusual weather pattern over the Boston metro area tonight because the air traffic over the house is non-stop this evening. In the past hour I’ve lost count of the jets to-ing and fro-ing. It’s easy to tell the difference. The ones leaving don’t make much noise and are higher in the sky. The ones arriving are way lower with the engines screaming. They are uncomfortably loud. It’s very rare that we get this kind of air traffic. I’m rather glad about that, too.

I am back from a dinner out with a friend who is a mutual margarita devotee. She and I ate Mexican tonight. Nothing fancy, but it was nice to get out. We solved most of the world’s problems and our waiter was adorable.

Well, I wish we’d solved most of the world’s problems, at least. The news has been awfully depressing lately. And how about that hurricane churning up the waters in the Caribbean? Being a weather geek, I’ve been watching it and looking at the various forecasting models. The most traditionally reliable of them (GFDL) currently shows the hurricane plowing through the thickest section of oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico...right around the Texas/Louisiana state lines. Never mind that the people on the Gulf coast don’t need another Category 5 hurricane. It is scary how ferocious mother nature has become in the last couple of years.

It seems to me that we are briskly moving toward the Perfect Storm of Catastrophe. Not that I am pessimistic or anything. Not at all. If I close my eyes and click my heels, it all seems so rosy. Yeah…

Anyone have any good news?