So the biggest damage dealt by Ana was that I didn’t get much sleep last night, listening to her blow through. (Well, plus a coupla trees came down – but what’s that compared with the loss of my beauty rest?) The sky at dawn was the most unsettling shade of orange I’ve ever seen. Weird weird weird. The thing that’s strangest to me about storm season is how surreal it is when there’s a storm tracking in your direction. I’m sure it’s just ’cause I’m still not used to it, but I get all keyed up and keep looking at the horizon, as if I could see it coming, even when it’s still days out. Anyway, Ana’s well past us, but Bill is looming, in the classic, super-menacing sense of the word. Check out this satellite image:

Seriously. I mean there he is, all spinning and gathering strength out to sea, busy being as big as our entire friggin’ island chain. Sheesh.
Chances are still real good that he’ll bear north before he has a chance to give us any trouble. (Bermuda’s on their own, though…) But still, given its size, it wouldn’t take much of a course alteration to put us back in its path. So cross your fingers for us!
Serendipitously, in mostly-non-weather-related news, our print deadline for this issue of the Sun Times got unexpectedly pushed up to Wednesday, instead of Friday. This was momentarily stressful, but actually may work out real tidy, like. If Bill is going to be on our doorstep, he’s due around Thursday, after we’ve got the issue off our desks. Beats the heck out of Omar, last year, when we only abandoned production when the office began to take on water. : ) Good grief.
So, I know most of y’all that are reading this also have blogs. Let’s hear it from your lives!
Two posts in three days!? Bam, said the lady.
Kelly