in the face of catastrophe...

...it's the little things that blow my mind. Waking up this morning in my comfy bed with my sweet sweet Annabelly, it occurred to me just how private a thing waking up is. I simply cannot comprehend having to wake up--never mind trying to fall asleep--in a sports stadium with 25,000 other angry, frustrated, scared people.

I'm incredibly saddened by what's happening in Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama, and it's truly beyond my comprehension what they're going through. How do people do it? How do they survive when they've lost it all?