Tomorrow!

Procrastination . Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda. Famous last words.

The weather guys and girls kept talking about Irma, but we figured it would fizzle out or more than likely just be a little breeze for us. Ha

Florida folks must be used to this roar. We felt like we were stuck in a car wash for hours. Lashes of rain whipped the siding, tall pine trees bent to the left, then the right, cracking, the sky darkened and it was only 3 p.m.

How do people stand this year after year? And we are only up to the K’s in storm names.

Writing Hello on my tablet, hunt and peck, in the dark, maybe the wind will send these words down to 247 West Washington. Hoping for the best Monticello!

The sun will come out tomorrow, ‘cause tomorrow is another day.