Fay has turned around and is coming back. Not as a hurricane, just as a big, sloppy, wet tropical storm.
It's raining harder now than it did yesterday on our official "storm day off" from the office. The wind isn't bad here, and probably won't get that bad. If you are seeing flooding on tv and alligators swimming up the streets, that's over on the coast. So far, we just have very impressive ponding on the roads. Of course, hearing it hit the roof right now, I'm thinking we may have some really impressive puddles tomorrow.
Dudley just scratched at the door to go out. I opened the back door and said, "Do what you have to do and come back in." Both dogs decided that what they really had to do was come back in. I do hope it lets up before bedtime.
No, my office is not closed. This is bouncing around the email of every law firm in the state right now:
Subject: Storm and office closings
As we watch the progress of the storm, the following are the firm's guidelines based upon the hurricane's intensity:
Hurricane Category #1 –
No excuse for being late. Leave earlier to give extra time to avoid fallen trees and limbs.
Hurricane Category #2 –
Due to the horizontal rain, you may wear jeans.
Hurricane Category #3 –
Whereas most of the downtown area will be flooded we suggest you avoid wearing open toe sandals when coming to work. Canoes will be provided to those that park in Garage so as to get to the building safely without getting wet.
Hurricane Category #4 –
More than likely there will be no electricity. Given that, we will have manual typewriters available to all staff members. Ladies, please take extra caution and wear water-proof make-up if Category 4 or above.
Hurricane Category #5 –
Velcro will be provided to keep you attached to your chairs when the windows blow out. For those that survive, we will have chocolate cake from Publix at 3:00 pm in the kitchen.
My mother is still in the hospital; no news is no news.
But, today, someone in my office asked me if I have been losing weight. Why, yes, I have - and in the nick of time, too, because my now baggy size 12 work slacks are looking shabby, as well as baggy. Fortunately I do have 10s standing by. And 8s, for that matter. But today we will just celebrate: my weight loss has become Visible.
And now, I shall go knit a sock.