We knew this day would come. We knew it two years ago when we sold our house in Wakulla. We knew it two weeks ago when a rather innocuous blob of clouds began making its way across the Atlantic. We knew it two days ago as Fay was lashing various island nations. We knew it two hours ago when Fay finally began moving west out of the Atlantic.
The skies were overcast in a weird stripe-y kind of way and the air is heavy.
All week we've been running around like crazy at work. Our station is the statewide distribution point (satellite uplink) for the Emergency Management Office and I've witnessed lots of intense walks down the hallway to SOC (satellite operations center).
School started this week. School has been called off for tomorrow. First week of school is gonna be short. The kids are thrilled. The mommies are not. If you've never spent time cooped up with a kid during the rain, you wouldn't know. If you've never spent time cooped up with a kid during the rain with no power - well, that's a whole new circle of hell these days.
The latest track (as of 4pm) has Fay dipping out into the Gulf right at St. Marks sometime on Friday. Where we used to live is about 8 miles from there. Where we live now is about 30 miles from there. In a house. On a hill. Away from the coast.
Because we knew this day was coming.