It’s not coming. Or I’m not moving. One of those things is true.

I’m hoping BOTH of those are true, Jeffrey.

Too late. I’ve already unpacked my suitcase. At this rate, my parents are going to get SO sick of us.

Shhhhh. *sticks fingers in ears and slams eyes shut* LALALALALALALALA.

Down, Clancy. I’m of the Carl Arredondo blocking high camp on this one. Stick with your station. Actually, Bob Breck of your former station seems to agree.

Carl Arredondo seemed to think last night that the high that’s making today pleasantly dry is going to smack it into the Florida panhandle. We’ll see what he has to say today.

I’m still in the drained, post-adrenaline phase following Gustav. Reading Tom Piazza’s “City of Refuge” while on evacuation (in fact, staying in the same city that the characters did during Katrina) didn’t help a bit.

Following Ike is really not what any of us want to do right now, but follow it we must, I guess. Just wish I had the energy for it.

i’m not saying a word. gustav taught me a lesson about the dangers of hurricane mockery.

I figure the less said about Ike at this point, the better. It will only encourage him.

After the Gustav ordeal I am officially waiting for anything Margaret Orr says. She is the only one who said Gustav didn’t look like he was intensifying and she was right. She is now my new Nash Roberts until further notice.

No no, Cliff, Bob Breck had it called correctly on Sunday morning. He told us Gustav would come ashore as a weak 3 or strong 2. I wanted to stay after hearing that but the official national weather service forecast was still drawing that damn purple 4 just south of the mouth of the river. That combined with our clown mayor telling us about axes was finally enough to push me out the door. Never again though. Too many officials are lying through their teeth to be trusted.