It kind’a sucks sitting here in frigging Iowa and watching a hurricane head straight for our house. It makes it kind’a tough knowing if a window blows out, the house will just sit there filling with rain. Roofing blows off? Same deal. Not there to throw a tarp over it. Oh well, all we can do is sit here helplessly and hope for the best. To make matters worse, Lynn will be flying home on the 30th for a few days (to check on the cats). She’ll be flying out of St. Louis through Atlanta, both ways. Tell me that’s not gonna be a cluster-fuck. Heck, she may get home and have no power. The motor home was our back-up as the plan was to simply plug into the generator in case of a power outage, but it’ll be in St. Louie with me. This could be a real mess. Hoping for the best.