October 9. Sunday Night.

Hi Journey.

My little sister just has to be way more alive than anybody I know. Trouble is, at least twice a month I wake up in the middle of the night wondering if she is still alive.

Looks like there was a tremor in the Pacific day before last. Not big enough to make the national news shows over here. (Yes, Journey, I hear you asking me how I'd even know if it did since I never watch them. It should have at least made NPR news!) Guess I'll have to customize my Google News page to search for stories in Maldives and the general area of the Pacific.

Oh, Casey. Lordy, but the littlest of the C sisters is going to be the end of me. Not enough that Brady thinks maybe I need a new firewall and he thinks he should bring in a specialist from outside his company. No, my little sister has to plunk herself down 6 feel above sea level, right next to the sea.

When she lived in Malaysia I felt she was somewhat safer simply because there were 24 million neighbors in the area, with cities and trade and an infrastructure. In Maldives I'm just really terrified she'll be washed away and not make it back.

She instinctively carries inside her the best street smarts of anybody I've ever met; but damn if that's going to keep her safe against Mother Nature when she lets loose a gale-force wind.