Fucking hell, fucking hell,

Stressing all damn day.

Oh what fun it is to hide

Or just to run away! Hey!

Hurricane Jeanne is coming to town.

She knows if you've been good or bad.

I think she heard me taunt her last week. Doh!

I'll try to update this entry as circumstances permit.  Here are the sites I'm keeping my eye on as I scurry around the house today:

Already blogged - Hurricane Charley links from last month
Hurricane Track - Mark and Eddie are friggin' nuts. Updated videos.
NWS - Melbourne Radar

[1500 hrs] Helleena went to the nursing home to work the afternoon shift.  She's scheduled to get come home tonight, get some sleep, and then be back for the morning shift at 7am.  I haven't decided whether or not to evacuate and spend the day entertaining her residents yet.

[1900 hrs] It started to rain pretty heavily.  I visited the National Weather Service web site. 'Eye' definitely see Jeanne on the Melbourne radar, now.  She is about 50 miles from shore with an eye of 50 miles in diameter.  Many have evacuated or hunkered down. (Drink,  Melicious!)  It's going to make landfall after dark, so I'm not checking for beach web cams.  I'm continuing my scurrying.

[2100 hrs] Argh.  I just read this on a local NWS site:

. Hurricane warning in effect.
. Flood watch Saturday and Sunday.
. Tornado watch until midnight.
Tonight. Strong winds. Rain and isolated thunderstorms. Heavy rain likely at times. Lows in the mid 70s. North winds 35 to 40 mph with gusts to around 65 mph becoming northeast 45 to 55 mph with gusts to around 90 mph after midnight. Chance of rain 100 percent.

More scurrying.  Evacuate or hunker down? (Drink, Melicious!)

[2300 hrs] Still have power.  I made a fresh pot of coffee.  Helleena got home okay.  She's crashing out until morning.  I'm on guard duty over night.  I'm glad I don't have any beer or SoCo in the house.  The local TV news did a man-on-the-street report in which either the reporter or the man-on-the-street said hunker down more than a dozen times in two minutes. (Drink, Melicious!)  It would be worse if your drinking game required you to do a shot every time the weather man said, "Feeder Band".


[Headphones] :: The thrill is gone - B.B. King