Issie's in a tizzy.

The clouds started moving in yesterday, and you could feel something in the air. Maybe it was heavier, maybe a bit electric. And the clouds were amazing, around three in the afternoon, as I was helping someone from my office move boxes into his car (we're moving our office across the road this weekend, just to make things fun). Weird streaks of white swirled across the sky. It was the leading, western edge of the hurricane.

We're having some weather.

Last time we had a doozie of a 'cane was Fran in '96, and it knocked out power for over a week. Trees everywhere. The morning after it hit, the world was strangely silent. The roads were covered in trees, big ones, that had been blown over. I remember walking around with Elizabeth, sort of in a daze. It was nicely surreal. Then the chainsaws started up.

This was before we owned a house and had anything at stake. I don't think Isabel will be as bad as Fran, but all the schools in the area are closed today (and we're 2-3 hours from the coast) and I'm working from home (WAH), but Lizzie had to go into work. She went in early with the hopes she can leave fairly soon after lunch.

Me, I'm just hanging out here with the pets with the windows open, listening to the wind (the rain from earlier has stopped) and trying to get over my slight hangover from the Dave Matthews concert last night (a very good show, one of their best that I've seen, even if they didn't play a Johnny Cash tribute with "Long Black Veil").

I've got some writing stuff to do, and Day Job stuff as well. But I can't seem to get started.

Just waiting for the storm to hit. Or not hit. Crazy.

Now Playing:
"Slow Motion Daydream," Everclear

Now Reading:
Nine Princes in Amber, Roger Zelazny

Stories out to Publishers:
16

Today's Words:
none yet, not 'til I wake up more...