Fortified by a sandwich, a portion of Grace's Texas Chocolate Cake and a Diet Coke with ice, I took a nap. When I woke up a few minutes ago, Dennis had made landfall near or in Pensacola, Florida. This is east of us. Our winds have picked up but we are far enough away that if the storm stays on course, we won't get the horrific winds which were predicted.
Our sister in England said in a comment that extreme weather was rare where she lives. She's fortunate to miss the theatrics of nature on the Gulf of Mexico. Hard, heavy winds can do awful damage. A large pine tree can be twisted like a drinking straw wrapper paper. Old oak trees push over and bring up their roots along with the grass turf like a table cloth thrown over a chair. It is amazing. Roofs blown off as though they'd been held by only scotch tape.
We have power, we have ice, we have each other.
St. Casserole (in Church prayers known as Cassie and her family. So sweet, Songbird!)