I am literally and figuratively stuck in Miami. Waiting for the storm to come, it is remarkably quiet on the normally buslting streets. It seems like a Hollywood set, as I look down on the emptiness below. I can hear the wind whipping around the building. Shortly, I will feel it sway.

I've still had no word from the Genetic Neurologist regarding Jack's scan from last week.

So I wait; for results, for possible evacuation, for freedom from the stifling air that surrounds me.