This right here is what you call your "worst case see-nary-o" Bubba. Shit's gonna get real here on Friday.
I'll say it right now: I'm very, very nervous about what this storm will bring. It's not my first hurricane.
but this sucker is 1) the size of the state of TEXAS: 2) very, very powerful, and 3) moving slowly, with plenty of time to beat things up as it moseys up the coast.
And I'm not even kidding: as I'm typing this my daughter just texted me these chilling words: "Jim Cantore is on his way."
(Aside to non US readers: if you've never heard of him, Jim Cantore is on the Weather Channel and has been for about 30 years, I think? He's always the guy standing in the driving storm, broadcasting from the disaster, whether hurricane or blizzard. He's officially on the unofficial storm classification: the highest storm level is "Jim Cantore."
It's official: We are fucked.
As I said, I'm well prepared with water and food and munchies and batteries and cat litter, toilet paper, paper goods in general, trash bags, more batteries, and yes, wine. We were joking at the office today because water is really hard to find now and gas stations are out of gas, and one of my funny young co-workers is about to go through her first hurricane ever, and she bought lots of wine and munchies. Today, she started to get scared, and I tried to reassure her with tales of the MASSIVE INCOVENIENCE of it, but she's in a rented townhouse so property damage won't come out of her bank account (as it will mine, ohfuckohfuckofuck). But seriously, this isn't a "normal" hurricane. This is a monster, and the only good thing about it is that so far, most of the worst parts will be over the water. This doesn't mean that we will be fine, but we should have manageable damage. I've already said goodbye to the fence at the kids' house. We'll figure out how to replace it later. I'm just hoping that's the biggest damage.
And now I'm off to clear the balcony, and bring in the (thankfully limited and lightweight) furniture, etc. I don't need a cheap plastic Adirondack chair to come through the giant sliding glass door. That would be bad.
I hope to update tomorrow, but if you don't hear from me over the weekend, assume I'm sitting here without power, sweating.