When we lived in Houston, a hurricane came our way & we went to the beach & stayed out as long as we could, then it hit. Wasn't even a bad one & I was scared silly listening to that wind whine hour after hour, the sounds of things ripping, hitting & sitting in the dark with just battery-op lights, no A-C, listening to a static-y radio. Was never so glad as when that long night was over & the sun came out. I pray you don't have a bad storm.
__________________  Jeanie and Tibbe One must do the best one can. You may get some marks for a very imperfect answer: you will certainly get none for leaving the question alone. C. S. Lewis |