But it’s October. And the ten-day forecast calls for fall temps here in the Florida panhandle (finally).
We live in Pensacola, and my younger brother lives in a vulnerable spot in the small waterfront town of Apalachicola.
So I’m headed to the grocery store for just-in-case supplies. We checked the generator last night to be sure it’s working and the underground tank has enough gas to run it for several days.
Shelters, hospitals, and all emergency service organizations are scrambling.
The sky was filled with bright stars last night. I stood gazing upward, a soft breeze lifting my hair.
This morning dawned sunny and perfect for a walk to the gate with Lula Belle.
But here’s a link to the latest Hurricane Michael update from the Pensacola News Journal, and it can’t be ignored, no matter how pretty today is.
Landfall Wednesday. We’ll be fine. We live in a sturdy dwelling, nearly 20 miles inland. But there are many in harm’s way between Pensacola and Tallahassee, including my brother Steve and his dear friend, Carol. Time for a phone call.
I’ll keep you posted.