Florida is not so sunny today as Fay travels the length of the state, looking apparently for sailors and sin.

Truth is she is bringing so much rain, I am afraid to wash clothes. Well, almost afraid. I have to wash clothes. It’s kinda important that me and the kids not be naked.

Anyway, Fay is here where I live, squalls roving over every half our or so. You go into a restaurant and its only cloudy and you emerge into a downpour only to have the rain stop as soon as you finally find your keys at the car door.

Well anyway, being a Floridian now for nearly a decade, unless it’s a Category 3, I just don’t scare. And if it’s more, I evacuate.

I have all my important documents (including my extensive iTunes collection, yes it’s considered important) on 300 gig external drive. I have a preparedness kit that is checked and restocked yearly. I have a camp stove and elected NOT to get a generator.

I also have these handy dandy improvements that I’ve made like my new roof, removing the old solar panels, new windows, new garage door — so all the major openings of my house are 100 mph wind proof.

<— Superman Strength, Ass-kicking Window

So, we’re good.