It is inconvenient, and we regret that, but it shouldn't last longer than a few more days.

I cannot make my days longer so I strive to make them better

The first week of August hangs at the very top of the summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. There is no thunder, no relieving rain. These are strange and breathless days, the dog days, when people are led to do things they are sure to be sorry for after.

We took tremendous damage from Hurricane Rita to our transmission system and those customers north of Houston are actually helping us because we are having some severe load-balancing problems. So, by conserving energy up there, they are actually helping us get the transmission grid back online. We expect to make some progress in the next few days.

We're all dealing with mechanical systems that are subject to a lot of variables. We're not perfect and don't claim to be. But we have invested a considerable amount into transmission infrastructure and generation plants so we'll be prepared as best we can.

We've certainly been battle tested.