Yikes. Not only is Hurricane Irene projected to become a Category 3 or 4, at this point it’s projected to make landfall along the southeastern North Carolina coast on Saturday.
That’s where I live, folks. Of course, during Irene’s touch-down I’m supposed to be on Cape Cod at my college girlfriends’ reunion, which has been in the works for two years.
Should I stay or should I go?
Good question, and I probably won’t know the answer until my flight takes off Friday morning and I’m either on it or not. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to leave The Man and the pets to fend for themselves if and when the roof blows off. Or when they’re stuck on the Interstate trying to get the hell out of Dodge ahead of 135 mph winds.
At the very least, I ought to hit the grocery store while they still have these Southern hurricane staples in stock.
Stay tuned. And, Goodnight, Irene.