As Hurricane Rita picks up speed (it's currently a Category 4) and heads for the Texas coast, it seems like it's all anyone can talk about. My wife is gettin' skeered. Conversations start with So, you going to ride this one out? Good luck buying duct tape, batteries, or bottled water - stores sold out a few days ago. There's a 100-person line at the lumber yard.

But I'm not worried. Here's why:

1. I saw Neil Frank jogging in Memorial Park yesterday evening. As Houston's most well know (and trusted) meteorologist, if he's out trying to burn a few calories then it must not be the doomsday situation the local media would like us to believe.
   
2. I've been through hurricane scares before. I lost my car in Allison. Sure, it's a mess. Life goes on.
3. I'm a guy. Guy's aren't supposed to worry and fret. They take action.

Don't get me wrong: I care about what happens to my family, my home, and my city. But there's nothing you can do about an Act Of God. Prayer obviously doesn't help. Think about it. It's called an Act Of God for a reason. You're not going to change His mind.

So I'm going to make the best out of it. The dog and cat will be scared to death hiding in the corner, which means they'll finally be tolerable to be around. So when the power goes out (it will) I think this'll be an excellent time to break out the candles, pop open a bottle of wine, and play 2-player Monopoly with my wife.