batten down the hatches!

i didn’t know anything was amiss until the radio started playing at 5:34am. i stretched languorously, delighting in the fluffly warmness which is my über-blankie and spared half a thought to regret that today wasn’t yet saturday and i, at some point in the very near future, had to extricate myself from my snuggly cocoon of warmth. if i’d know what it was like outside my peaceful sanctuary i’d never have gotten out of bed.
we’re smack in the middle of armageddon! i’m not kidding. even the morning dj’s on my radio station are saying so. after three days of torrential rain, today we’re being subjected to hurricaine force winds. as i sit here in my tin-can of an office building, the wind is gusting so violently, i can see my window flex inwards. one more whoosh and either the corrugated metal roof above me or the double-glazed glass beside me is going to give and i’ll put my new, sturdy desk to very good use and hide under it while i wait for the twister to take me to oz.
the noises the building is making are interesting, if not a little freaky. and, for all the portents of doom, i’m actually a big fan of wind storms. i’m just glad my little corner of city wasn’t subjected to a late-night power outage. i could guarantee you that i wouldn’t be here if it was.