It is 9:31 pm as I post this and it is 97 degrees. Yes, you read that right. It is NINETY-SEVEN frigging degrees.
I spoke to my mom tonight, she's back in Bay City and is debating on whether to unwrap her furniture and valued items, or to just leave them packed. After seeing the pictures in Beaumont, she is a firm believer in evacuating and this time will leave at least 3 to 4 days before landfall. She's going to come up to my house, and then we can evacuate with them. I'll drive them, 'Pup will drive our van, and we will all get the heck out of Dodge.
There is another depression, soon to turn into tropical storm. It will be named "STAN". I just don't know why that name bothers me somehow. I mean, really. Stan. It just doesn't have the right "ring" for something that might cause so much pain.
They've just GOT to come up with a better name than that. Even "Stanley" would be better. But "STAN"? Only a storm named "BOB" would be worse. I mean... one must have standards, mustn't one?
Two more months of hurricane season.
Lord help us all.