Alright blog family, it appears that Sandy has successfully morphed to Frankenstorm, and now somehow, for some reason… I don’t have to go to work tomorrow.
It’s sort of windy outside at the moment, but I’m still sticking to my “probably not too big of a deal” theory. When discussing the predicted 6 to 12 inches of New York City earlier, I once again raised Brisbane. 6 to 12 inches just doesn’t have the same impact on my ears as 6 to 12 feet.
Alas I will be writing from home tomorrow because the city is deemed an unsafe land doomed for buckets of wet. So no office.
My mother called me earlier to ask if I bought water. I told her no, but I would top my pitcher up next time I take it out of the refrigerator. I’m pretty sure there’s a candle somewhere in the apartment too, just in case.
The wind on this full moon evening is whirling and lulling, just like the oceans its currently churning… making its way north from Florida. Apparently it’s going bring snow to the mountains in West Virginia.
I don’t usually pay this much attention to the weather what so ever, but when your job starts giving out days off… you sort of pay attention. I feel like I’m in 7th grade and I just found out there’s a snow day.
Stay safe everyone and watch out for Sandy. I’m going back to write at my kitchen table, next to an open door. Waiting for a hurricane brings wonders of words, I’m finding.