There’s a hurricane peering down my coast. That almost sounds dirty.
Dorian, likely a Category 4 when it makes landfall in just over 24 hours. I’ve seen a lot of hurricanes. Thrown (or been to) a lot of hurricane parties. They don’t quite get me like they used to.
I like the rain. I like the seclusion. There’s a degree of simplicity when power’s lost, and all that can be done is by day or by candlelight; grill or camp fire.
Do I hope that it passes us by? Yes.
Do I mind roughing it for a few days if we lose power? Not at all.