Rain is coming in now and Mr. Moon is home, digging out the generator from somewhere deep in the garage. He assures me that we can run lights and fans and the refrigerator off of it so that's a relief.
I've been in touch with all of my kids and they all have supplies and feel safe which makes me feel better and as I said to Hank, "And of course, it's all about MY feelings."
Little gusts of wind are coming up but nothing strong yet.
We are not going to get out of this one. All of the computer models show it coming ashore around St. Marks and Apalachicola. Both are nearby. I am doing my best not to freak but freak I do because that is who I am. Mr. Moon assures me that we live in a "fortress" and that our house is built of the strongest wood and of course I believe him. They used real wood from real trees 160 years ago. My main concern, of course, is falling trees in the yard. And branches. Big, heavy branches. Also made of real wood.
Well, what can you do?
Hurricanes remind me so much of labor. There's an element of excitement as everyone prepares. You KNOW it's going to get, well, painful and scary before it's over but it's so hard to imagine that at the early stages. And once it really gets going, there's nothing to do but live through it.
I'm probably being way too dramatic.
God. I hope so.