This morning, as we sat in the hole-in-a-wall pancake place that we frequent, I couldn’t help but overhear the wait staff discussing the approaching storm and those that have chosen to evacuate. Naturally, the head waitress, a tiny scrapper of a old lady, declared in her loudest voice “THEY’RE ALL WEENIES!”

I sure hope she right.

…or at least a tropical storm to get me off my toushe and start blogging again. What are the odds?

So these are the current models for Tropical Storm Dolly (courtesy of Weather Underground):

Interesting, no?

Well, it gets better. See the red arrow in the picture below?

That’s where I live. Nifty, eh?

No panic here (unless you count the mass rush on plywood at the hardware store). The storm may completely miss us or we might be wake boarding down the streets in a few days. For now, I’m off to make sure a few elderly friends have everything they might need.