He's coming. The wind has been picking up all day, but it's still pretty calm here. The sky is looking angrier and it's supposed to start raining and such around dinnertime. And then the storm center should be here around midnight, I think. Luckily, it's supposed to be fast-moving, which will mean less flooding than there could be.
We both woke up early and went running since our Saturday runs were canceled. Ryan ran 15 miles and I ran 8. There was a gentle breeze when I started and an I-was-just-kidding-you-baby breeze when I finished. When I got home, he had gotten more Coke products (regular, zero, diet) and was out getting bagels for breakfast. We then brought in all the things in our yard--the trees in pots, windowboxes, grill, etc. Then we washed everything that needed washing--laundry and dishes. And filled the downstairs bathtub.
And then I gave the dog some Benadryl. At 10AM she was freaking out. Freaking. Out. Since then she's been sleeping. Ryan's been sleeping, too, which is unusual. And good because I doubt he'll sleep much tonight. Or me. I'm kind of nervous about it. I love moderate thunderstorms, but once it starts knocking the power out, I get freaked out.
I also don't want to deal with the power being out. Waaaa. We have a radio and lamps and all that and games, but no battery-operated fan. That will suck.
So, the blue/hazy sky from this morning which got really cloudy at lunchtime is looking uglier. We've had a few raindrops, but it's still quiet. I'll update as I can.