Nothing quite like a hurricane.
And no, not the kind you can drink…
The prep before.
The checking of weather eight billion times a day.
The thoughts of what it could be.
The correspondence home to family.
The arrangements of a what we hope to be a safe harbor for our home (which happens to be a boat).
Did I mention checking weather?
Or the shot of “Nun Booze” at 8 am?
Or the bit of panic?
After the panic.
After a bit more booze.
After we realize being in the inner harbor was the best decision ever (should have seen the outer harbor docks! holy crap – talk about undulating!)?
A nice sunset can be found.