We spent most of last night bored to tears. Dave and my mother sat, bleary-eyed, watching the Weather Channel for some news. I remained glued to the internet checking out buoy data and sitting in on weather buff chat sessions at hurricanecity.com to find the latest info. There was no point in going out -- nothing to report. It hadn't even begun to rain. Not only that, but it was so uncharacteristically cold out there. We just don't have hurricanes when it's cold. It was beginning to look like another one of those hurricane season 'lost weekends' -- plenty of hype, hotels quite happily booked to the brim for the next three hundred miles, but not so much as a puff of wind to justify the hysteria.
We awoke this morning to the sound of wind. Not a terrible wind, mind you. Not even a truly substantial wind. This is the sort of wind that precedes a summer thunderstorm -- simply an indication that something somewhere is unsettled. It is still cold. I can't recall ever before wearing a sweater while waiting for a hurricane to make landfall. It has rained a little - a sprinkling... And now there is a sound out on the southern horizon. My mother and I can hear it but I am not sure that Dave can. It's a low roaring sound and we find it rather spooky. A neighbor suggested that maybe it's the sound of the Chevron refinery shutting down, but I'm not convinced. I can hear Chevron too - to the East. This is different and it's frankly making me a little more nervous than I had intended. Still, the kids are all sleeping and I don't see the point of waking them until it's absolutely necessary. If nothing else they are going to be quite stir-crazy for the next couple of days.
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