It's quiet here in the Pine Grove. We are having small mists of rain, the sky is gray and the tree tops are moving, not swaying.
I made a second Texas Chocolate Cake and wish Grace would come over and spend the afternoon with us here at the Boarded Up Home of St. Casserole and Her Family. I need some company.
There is a noon curfew to be off the streets so that the police can monitor looters, sight-seeing nutcases and bored teenagers.
I ate a sandwich to keep up my strength and feel awful. The LD and I took tylenol for the barometric pressure headaches the Storms cause.
Listening to our Public Radio station is boring but fascinating as the announcer tells us every detail of how our lives will be changed by tomorrow morning.
The hymn declaring, "Give to the wind your fears" has got it wrong. The WIND is my fear.
I hope the Pine Trees hold. They are tall, old and close-by. If you ask why they haven't been cut down you must speak to my LH who loves trees and removes only the sick trees.
I'll report in as long as the power holds.
We are fine. Brave and careful. Keep us in your prayers.