the cone of uncertainty

Okay, not evacuated! Or evacuating! And yes, there MAY be a tornado warning that includes Holmes Beach, or there may not be; depends on what channel you're watching. Either way, there are no sirens, which makes it, uh, interesting. If we DO have a tornado, we will be piling six adults and three children in a teeny weeny laundry room, which should be fun! Or something.

It's raining here and the wind is picking up, and we're watching the house that's being built across the canal to see how much of the roofing materials blow away over night. We're also taking bets on the likelihood that the screen cage over the pool here will still be intact tomorrow. Otherwise, we're just drinking beer and watching Family Guy and making jokes about the cone of uncertainty, which is the possible path of the eye of the storm. I love that--THE CONE OF UNCERTAINTY! I think that will be the title of my autobiography.

This afternoon, my brother was watching the news, both to see what lay in store for us and what might be happening to his house in Tampa. He told Wade, "there's no mandatory evacuation for this area, just mandatory beer drinking." And so we did, because in an emergency, it's important to follow the rules.

(Other examples of my brother's wit: when we were talking about Wade's possible terrorist status, John said, "Any cavity searches? Did they charge you extra for that?" He's like that all the time. Thank god.)

Anyway, things are fine. All our electronics are fully charged and my sister-in-law's car is in the garage (the rental car is in the driveway, because NOT OUR PROBLEM). And our optimism is SO GREAT that we're talking about going to Sarasota for lunch tomorrow.

We're good, but other people north of us may not be. Keep them in your thoughts; I'll be back later with the Beer and Hurricane Update.