09/20/2005 Archived Entry: "OH NOES TEH HURIKANE"

When I went to bed on Sunday night, I had no idea I'd be fleeing town Wednesday morning to escape a hurricane. Yet here I am, barely forty-eight hours later, and I've got plywood up on the windows, a full tank of gas, and a fistfull of evacuation checklists. We will be fleeing to Tyler, TX, where I have made arrangements to put us up in a hotel room until Hurricane Rita blows past.

Currently, the National Hurricane Center projects an impact a hundred or so miles south of Galveston along the coast, but we're still far enough out for there to be a significant margin of error. We're not willing to take the risk, though, so we've gathered all the valuables, taken pictures of the whole house, filled out sheets and sheets of paper on home contents, verified insurance coverage, and all the other things one must do when facing a natural disaster. I am dead fucking tired.

We wake up tomorrow and head northeast. With any luck, the storm will blow over with only minimal damage to the community in which I live, and we'll be back Saturday night or Sunday morning. We can but hope.

See you all on the other side.

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