Hurricane Irene, Part 2

Rain, rain, rain, rain.

And where is my family?

Out driving in the rain.

Meanwhile we have enough food to feed an army.

No air-conditioning.

Humidity or barometric pressure that is crucifying my sinuses.

Hurricane Agnes.  Much more fun when I was 12 and clueless as to the potential consequences.

Hurricane Floyd:  Umbrella stolen while I was working.  In a prision.  No honor among thieves or them work to incarcerate them.

Time to fill the bathtub.  And thanks to this house, we only have one.

And find my flashlight.  Power had flickered, but has managed to stay on.  For now.