Here we are - in an all too familiar position - waiting on a hurricane.
The third one in the last three years; thank you Matthew, Irma, and Dorian.
The game we're playing here in Orlando is - will it won't it?
The projected path has changed about 562 times so it's likely we will not know for sure until it is basically on top of us.
My parents are up in Alabama, but this time we are staying put and riding it out.
Got peanut butter, bread, crackers. chips, and lots and lots of water so maste in my apartment until this passes.
Sunday, September 1, 2019
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