I was at the hardware store five times yesterday, have dropped the dog off at the kennel and watched a normally busy little town grow empty as we all prepare for Hurricane Irene. We’ve been consumed all week with preparations and the anxiety and waiting is killing me. My head is already pounding (thanks to stress and the approaching weather system) and it’s getting tougher for me to maintain my concentration in the midst of everything.
I went to town to grab some lunch yesterday and found most shops were closed (bummer, no Italian Cold Cuts for us). I haven’t even felt like taking pictures but I took the opportunity to walk around town and snap a few shots with my iPhone. Here’s Lewes preparing for the big storm
The last one kind of sums it up. I’m really trying not to worry but it’s tough when you have three little people to take care of.
We are as ready as we’ll ever be: sandbags in front of the garage, leaky doors sealed, all loose objects lashed down, lots of bottle water and non-perishable food, a generator, flashlights and of course, lots of beer.