In the past few days I spent way too many hours glued to my television set. Obsessed, addicted, I checked my phone for weather updates even while eating. I couldn't help myself. When a hurricane gets too close, I default to attack mode.
Truthfully, most of the actual work of preparing for a storm falls on The Hubby, but like a good wife I take the credit. For Hurricane Matthew, we dutifully:
--Filled up the water jugs.
--Checked batteries and food supply.
--Gassed up the cars and hit the ATM machines for cash.
--Brought in the potted plants and the patio furniture.
--Closed the shutters.
--Then waited. And waited. And prayed.
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