What you might call a tropical depression
Alas, the generic babble link on my sidebar does not seem to take you to my latest opus (in their defense, they’re probably evacuating), so here it is.
The kids are home, and my ex-husband actually uttered my name (twice!) which he hasn’t done since we separated, so progress was made. We’ve got our work cut out for us tomorrow, but I think we’ll be okay. It’s the rest of these poor sods who’ve never seen a hurricane before that I’m worried about. There is actually a clean-up-our-town’s-creek project slated for tomorrow, and it hasn’t been cancelled. “We’ll still work in the rain!” an email said cheerfully. I didn’t have the heart to respond.