if you know me very well, you know i have an intense fear of tornadoes. i get stressed, i have a nightmare about them, i wake up grumpy. there was a time in nashville when i was all alone in a horrible storm and was ushered to the back of target because a tornado had touched right on down only a few miles away. the beginning of the summer a tornado touched down a few miles north of the church and the whole student staff had to go wait in a hallway until it was clear.
something about florida draws me in. it’s my home now. however, i have yet to live through a hurricane, so my opinion could very well change. i don’t know what any of the storm terms mean and i think it’s weird i have to bring my table and chair in from the balcony. i don’t own a flashlight (until now- thank you chad) and i only have a quarter of tank of gas in my car.
miss fay is about to grace us with her presence. maybe. but the thought that there is a chance has me going beyond paranoid. everyone at work is trying to “prep” me. i live alone, on the 8th floor less than a mile from the ocean. ps- i am in an end unit and my view is one that overlooks the next building’s courtyard full of palm trees. i am terrified that one will be my alarm clock in the wee hours of tonight.
do not worry-a co-worker just came in and said that we must be out of the office not a minute later than 6:00 PM. Our staff meeting is already canceled tomorrow. ANXIETY!!!!!!!!!!
the electricity just needs to stay on until after the premiere of the hills tonight….!!!!!
