In looking at the Ernesto data this morning, it occurs to me, for the first time in nearly a year, I’m tired.

Whatever happens with this system, we’ll deal with it best we can. Any long-term Gulf coast resident knows it’s the time of year to get ready to face these things — and we like to say it’s simply one of the costs of living in paradise. Some folks ask, “why don’t you just move?” — to which we say why? Anyplace one chooses is going to have its own natural hazards — and there are going to be periods in which these hazards are going to rear their heads repeatedly. So no sense playing prairie dog and running the risk of being hurt when popping up someplace else. Our hearts are here and we watched from afar last time. It sucked — so if it’s going to suck anyway, we might as well see it close up as long as it’s reasonably safe. That’s to be determined.
…so we’ll watch this latest round and prepare as much as we can. August 29th and 30th (ironically enough) will give us a much clearer idea of what’s going to happen. I guess, after enduring the tough 2004 season in Florida and then 2005 over here, I’ve become philosophical about it all.

…but I’m tired. We all are.

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