The reality of the impending Hurricane Earl is such that I may have to change my Labour Day weekend plans.
I very much want to go to the cottage. I haven't been there for a couple of weeks now. On top of that, my mother will be there this weekend, and she's never been. I want to spend time with her and Patricia and the cats there.
However, Hurricane Earl is a class 3 hurricane that's probably gonna hit Nova Scotia on Saturday morning, unless it changes course between now and then. If it does come to visit, I feel I should be here at the house to fix (or try to fix!) any problems that might crop up.
When Hurricane Juan dropped by in 2003, the only damage to my house was a piece of siding that was nearly ripped off, and was hanging by a thread. It was pounded back in place within 2 minutes, and I went on my merry way. I was home for that, and I'm glad I was. This time, I also want to make sure I'm here.
Crap. I really want to go to the cottage!
Maybe I'll phone in sick on Tuesday. Nobody will know.
Except the people who read this blog, that is.
All 3 of them.
Yes. It might work.