Except to bed.
I'm totally wiped out. But I've made the house as safe as I can, considering that we have no hurricane shutters, and Walter - Plywood Installer Extraordinaire - isn't here.
Wilma's a complicated hurricane. One of her characteristics is that she's bringing a lot of tornadoes. The right kind of hurricane can spawn tornadoes by the hundreds. Unlike life in the Midwest, there's no time for tornado warnings.
So I spent a lot of time yesterday and today clearing out those potential projectiles from the yard.
g'nite, y'all.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment