Yesterday, I decided that giving money to the Red Cross might not be the way to go. After all, they have hideous overhead and will spend a quarter of my money on commercials, right? SO I checked Doctors Without Borders.
Doctors without Borders isn't doing anything in New Orleans because they are handling all the suffering in the rest of the world, which is huge and intense.
Under Pam's orders as a psychologist (a reaserch psychologist who used to watch rats have sex, but a psychologist just the same,) I'm not allowed to watch the news until further notice.
So this blog should get cheerier soon. I know moody is a pain in the ass to be around, and probably to read, so I am trying to get over it. I gave serious consideration to taking a weekend trip, but in the end I just couldn't justify the expense to myself. But my church's retreat is next weekend, so that might be helpful.