The good news is, we survived the nearly storm of the century without so much of a scratch. The fact that we have no real property other than our cars might play into that somewhat. We watched with amusement and sometimes frustration for almost the entire day Sunday as James Span and the rest of the weather teams of the various tv stations go from near elation that we just might experience "the first category 4 hurricane to hit this early in the hurricane season" to utter disappointment when it dissipated into a lousy category 3 right before it made landfall. You could hear the irritation in their voices when reports came in that Dennis had spared, for the most part, the residents in the Gulf and surrounding areas. Deciding whether to shut the tv off and finally go to sleep or keep watching became the game of the night as the eye wobbled back and forth across west central Alabama. Will he go west to Tuscaloosa or make a sharp right turn and head for Birmingham?! No one knows! At 11:30 we finally said "forget it, if it starts to take out our wonderful apartment complex, we'd hear it and wake up". So...aside from a few downed trees and leaves and sticks all over the road...Dennis turned out to be an overrated wanna be Ivan. The Gulf is now safe for the time being as Emily plots her approach.
Oh...the bad news ...there wasn't significant enough damage or continuing bad weather to cancel work for either of us. Darn!