terror turns to boredom

At about 3:00 a.m. the calls taper off and I'm left tracking the storm on the weather channel and the various blogs of Texas newspapers.

By 5, I'm exhausted, having slept about 6 hours in the last 48, all I can think of is my hotel room and its bed. Still two hours remain on my shift, so its time for some coffee. The office begins to stir, with staff slowly trickling in. Their energy should bolster me for the duration. Failing that, I'm considering meth.