They're calling it a tropical storm. The sky is darkening instead of lighting up and the trees are beginning to dance in large circular patterns high high overhead. There will be no computer use the remainder of the day and my hope and prayer is that the car can be loaded with 70 paintings between Hanna's passing by and Ike's arrival. ...sometime on Monday.
Batteries, water, extra ice, food stocks, all in place...now if there was just a way to prepare the solar plexus we'd be in business.
This is a test. This is only a test.
Inner City Blues
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