Oh yeah...and I'm still alive, too. ::chuckles::
Damned storm. When I went to bed late last night, it was 140-145 mph and making a direct beeline for Mobile, AL. And that wasn't my own perspective or that of the local news teams; The Weather Channel was specifically calling us out by name, saying that we were the ones most likely to see the worst of it. (The local news, of course, was covering the mandantory evacuations and telling everyone that Hurricane Dennis would likely be a once-in-a-lifetime storm.)
Like hell we were going to evacuate. Doubt that we could have even if we wanted...from what we heard, all the hotel rooms from here to Houston, Texas were already booked. Plus we have two massive bulldogs that we'd have to somehow take with us. So we spent the entire day moving things, boarding windows, building walls out of concrete blocks, freezing buckets of water, and so on.
Turns out that Dennis took an unexpected turn to the east overnight. Two, actally - once at 5:00am and again at 11:00am. We were expecting a storm on the verge of a Category Five slamming into us directly or hitting the Mississippi state line, which would be just as bad since the worst part of a 'cane is the eyewall and the area just to the east of center. Instead, it swung straight on up to the Florida Panhandle. Landfall was somewhere between Pensacola and Fort Walton Beach. We had a day of non-stop thunderstorms, but no fucking hurricane. Never even lost power. Guess I can't complain about that, since I was already expecting at least three weeks in the dark, but damn! After all this work and all this hype, it's kind of depressing...