I am prone to catastrophic thinking – the headache immediately becomes a brain tumor (though I still maintain that I’ve got family precedent (twice) on my side for that one), current obstacles become “nevers” and “always”-es – but this is one instance in which anticipating the worst can only help.
It’s raining so hard here I can barely see my car parked in front of my house, a distance of maybe 75 feet. According to the National Weather Service the center of Hanna (no longer a hurricane she doesn’t have an “eye” any more) is about 178 miles southeast of my house. She’s moving slow, 24mph, but expected to pick up speed as she moves north and east during the next 12 to 24 hours. I figure we’ll be at the middle of the storm around dinner time.
I got soaked tying down the table on the deck and putting chairs in the garage but I know for certain that if the wind picks up any more any projectiles it finds to throw around will not be mine. But hey, my roof’s not leaking and the electricity is still on. Sounds like a great day for a nap, and I could sure use a nap.
Yes my dear. I’m feeling very nervous about Ike. He’s coming to Houston to find Tina…and she’s gonna be here this month! Hope you stayed dry and had a good nap!
STB