These latest storm tracks have become depressing. Not only is my house within the cone uncertainty, it’s smack in the center of the cone of uncertainty with that little dotted line drawn down the middle passing right over my house. (That’s the line they always tell you to ignore. See if you can ignore it when it crosses YOUR latitude/longitude!).
We’re stocked and provisioned, but still wondering if we should pack up the dogs and flee. Of course, if I tun tail and run, I might miss the chance to use my shiny new generator that I picked up this afternoon after God answered a little prayer to make one available for me after I had goofed around and waited until all the stores were sold out to go looking (that was three days ago!).
Oh, well, we’ll look again tonight at the latest model runs to see if there’s any hope in the atmosphere for a better outlook two or three days down the road. Meanwhile, tomorrow, I’ll play with my new generator and seal the chimney and arrange stuff for the expected.
Al this is really not fun, in case anyone who’s never been through this wonders about it. It’s agonizing and stressful, in fact. But what else is one to do? It’s life, and it must be lived . . . thankfully, lived by the grace of God.