Well, this sucks.
I got a little miffed at my son this morning after he told me Hurricane Wilma had intensified to a category 5 storm, the strongest Atlantic storm ever recorded. I told him to quit pulling my leg, it wasn't something to joke about and what did he want in his lunchbox.
I apologized to him this afternoon.
Hurricane Wilma's path presently puts her on a direct course with about half of clan PBW and 99% of our friends. In blog-geographical terms, if this bitch stays on course, she should roar across the state about halfway between my house and Mary Stella's.
We're ready. We're pretty much always ready. I hope you folks out there in the projected path are, too. If this thing jogs north and I disappear for a bit, remember I'm way out in the country. Power restoration usually takes anywhere from seven to twenty-one days.