It’s fucking morning, y’all. And it’s been a morning. I woke up around 3am because the wind was blowing the blinds and banging them against the window. Then, because the increased airflow through the house is so exciting, Pippin started running around all crazy. Shawshank got up a few times, closing the window on one excursion around the house. I don’t think much will change for the day; here’s an absolute bank of black clouds to the west of us.
The Southern family survived the hurricane. My godparents disregarded the evacuation orders, because Florida in general doesn’t believe in storm warnings. They’ve ordered evacuations before, and storms have changed paths, or people ignore orders and nothing major happens. Florida thinks its invincible. As a result, the godparents’ house took a direct hit when Helene slammed in at a Category 4. From what I’ve heard, their yard was flooded and they lost some gutters, but are otherwise fine. At the same time, they’ve also made it clear they’ll reconsider staying for anything Cat3 or higher. Another aunt and uncle in South Carolina are safe as well. They spent last Friday sharing their morning coffee in their bedroom closet because of tornado warnings.
Today starts another week worth of closing shifts for Shawshank. I’m giving serious thought to an afternoon nap.
