Well, pretty much every prediction is that my house is gonna be in a trouble spot when Hurricane Irma says hello to Florida.
I'm hopeful. My town proper is between all the models' spaghetti paths, which might mean we take our beating and be thankful it wasn't worse... might not work out that way, too.
Either way, I'm breaking this tour and heading home tomorrow. On the chance that we'll take a direct strike from a category 4-5 hurricane, my place is there, not here.
I'm in touch with a bunch of folks from my region. I've been able to chat with some very cool people in the gun and literature world in the past 24 hours. Kinda neat. Storm brought us together.
Well, regardless, I'm going home. Back next week, all things being equal.
"Oh god, it reeks of murder... Mustn't panic..."
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