ARGH.

So Ike looks to be headed this way, or hereabouts to warrant school closing until Monday (GRR. We were ALREADY behind because of Labor Day), and here at the job, they're releasing all non-essential personnel (i.e., ME) by eleven. Luckily, we don't have to worry about the storm surge since we're far enough up 45, but those pesky winds and tornadoes, not to mention the flooding, could present a problem. I'm just glad I don't have to evacuate. My GOD am I glad. Three years later, and I can still remember that shit like it was yesterday (in fact, it was one of three topics we could write about in class on Tuesday; that's how ingrained it is in our collective conscious). I cannot imagine making that drive again with The Grandmother, three cats, and two dogs. It'd be like a really odd looking, way fucking cranky Noah's Ark in a Honda Element, and I would, by the end of it, find myself in the safe, loving arms of HCPC for having choked the life out of dear old Grandma because she just had to read EVERY FUCKING ROAD SIGN.

All kidding aside, I'm just hoping it turns out like Edouard: a lot of fuss over nothing. (Yes, there was damage and lots of wind and rain, but for the most part, all I had to worry about was, again, not killing my grandmother.)

Needless to say, very little work is or will be getting done today.