The cicadas are screaming their nails-on-a-blackboard song. The wind is cycling back and forth between gusts and lulls in a crescendo of moving air, the vanguard of the approaching Gustav. The birds are all but silent. A screaming blue jay is the only avian voice to punctuate the cicada chorale. The light is getting yellower and yellower. There are few cars on the road, most of which are sporting some variation of a flashing light. There are even fewer cars parked on the streets. Things here are beginning to get eerie.
I just got back from clearing out the fridges of some friends in the neighborhood. I scored pretty good, lots of perishables I can try to get through before it all melts or spoils. I have at least five days worth of ready to eat, low intensity preparation foods. I also have enough fresh basil to make a large batch of pesto. I love me some pesto! I also got a few more beers and a couple of bottles of wine to compliment my already impressive collection of spirits.
I'm going to go for a little run shortly to do some reconnaissance.
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Ah Tim, the man who weathers storms. Thanks for the blog and keeping us posted about you, most of all, and the city, too. We are in Tallahassee (12 hours yesterday in the car--usually it's a 7-hour drive). We've got two dogs, three cats (all in different rooms), seven people, lots of gin and limes, and a big back porch, so it's officially a house party. Oh wait, I've just gotten word that two of the cats are making friends. The excitement never ends....I think I shall need a nap. Take good care of yourself. I'll keep checking on you. Love, Molly
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