I spent quite a lot of the time Hanna was overhead out on my front porch. I was quite nervous because of the tornado watch (I hate those), but there's something kind of irresistible about watching while the wind howls and roars through the trees and whips them around, feeling the fine water spray like needles on the skin, and the smell of salt air the storm brings in from the ocean. I don't love storms, but I can't seem to help myself watching them when they're here. I don't think I would mind them nearly so much if it weren't for the tornadoes.

When I tried to go back in the house, I looked like that guy in the video of the Suete. I had a hell of a time getting the door closed.