Wow. Cindy.
You think Cindy, you think of Cindy Brady, Cindy Crawford, Cindy Lou Who, who was no more than two. Who knew Cindy could be such a bitch? Seriously, I don’t think I’ve seen/heard/felt (it’s a drafty, old house remember) wind like that in a very long time.
Odd thing is, last night’s weather was actually pleasant. The temperature, I mean. Usually when hurricanes come through, it’s muggy and hot, and when the power goes out, it’s unbearable–so uncomfortable, you have to down a fistful of sleeping pills just to get some shut-eye. But last night, even without a/c and ceiling fans, it was fine. I moved my pillow to the wood floor, which was considerably cooler than the bed, but apart from that, no big whoop. And the juice came back on after just four hours–way sooner than expected. Not too shabby for such a mean-spirited low-pressure system.
In other news, Pensacola just can’t get a freaking break.
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