lizziebelle

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It's been an odd sort of day. On edge, waiting, waiting for the storm we keep hearing about. Seeing it on TV, the huge waves, the strong winds. Knowing it's headed this way in a few hours. Watching the idiots from the Weather Channel standing on the beach, nearly blowing away. Why do they do that? What does it prove? I hope none of them get hurt.

I went out for a long walk this morning, forgetting that the library is closed Saturdays during the summer, but Mama Cakes is not. I am armed with cupcakes to get me through the storm.

Finished reading The Last Werewolf; highly recommended. I'd heard good things about it, all of them true.

Bands of light rain passed through this afternoon. It stopped for a while, so I walked down to the park, knowing I won't be able to go anywhere tomorrow. It was eerily empty; I saw only one couple, and one park ranger.

I saw a couple large groups of sparrows, and hoped all the birds, critters, and butterflies find shelter for the storm.

I am clean, dry, and well-stocked. I'm not worried, but not taking the storm lightly either. It's a huge one. Now comes the wait. Sending thoughts of safety to all my friends nearer the shore.