Storm’s a brewin’

Isabelle’s on her way. This time tomorrow, we’ll be in the midst of the hurricane, probably without electricity, probably stuck at work.
But maybe, just maybe, this will be nothing more than a heavy downpour.
We were asked to bring in all of our furniture from the balconies. So I moved in everything except for the table.
At work, I was asked to have days of non-perishable foods. And be ready to cook on an outdoor grill. Fun, fun, fun!
Again, I surely hope that this isn’t as big as they’re saying it might be.