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Hurricane Dorian put the Bahamas through a wood chipper, and then gently brushed past my house with barely a wuther. It was a close fucking call. We were packed and ready to evacuate, of course, but this has still been a horribly stressful ordeal. Nobody likes a Cat 5 hovering in front of them for days. I am looking forward to a full night's sleep and no more muscle cramps or stomachaches.

The entire sky is still that milky gray color Florida only really gets during hurricanes. You know, that thin, luminous layer of clouds all over the sky. I am looking forward to seeing blue again, but it might be a bit of a wait.

God, this was so fucking close. I am so grateful this wasn't anywhere near as bad as it could have been.

A hurricane? Headed for Florida? Imagine that.

We are getting ready for it, though it's too early to tell whether we are going with fight or flight. Either way, gotta clean up the yard, get supplies, and pack up shit. We are expecting it to start Saturday night.

With any luck, it will clip us on its way north, and we won't get more than a bit of bluster and a lot of rain.