Tropical depression brewing. They're predicting storm surges of 19 feet, which is real interesting, given the levies are about 20 feet high.

I'm not real into doomsaying these days, and it does at least look like the locals screaming "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE" on Reddit is mostly in jest... but I'm not gonna pretend I'm not a little scared. It's my first tropical storm, FFS. I've lived all my life in places that were polite enough to only try to kill me during the winter, like god intended.

We've got food for a week or two, and some bottled water stashed away. And luckily, our house is up on struts unlike many of our less fortunate neighbors. I'm a little worried about the fact we don't have storm windows, shutters, or even flood insurance—and getting them in time for the storm hitting circa Friday is quite impossible.

Right now, I expect the most we're gonna get is some frustration, power loss (which is gonna be super-fun in 90-degree weather), and property damage. The biggest threat to my life, presuming this doesn't stir up into a Cat 5 and flatten us all, is probably from Peg getting sick of my whining and finally, deservedly, up and eating me.

But juuuust in case, it's been a blast, and thank you all for being here. 🎵​Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention...🎵