Fucking Hell

Hurricane preparations always piss me off. You'd think the fact that I have to do it several times a year might encourage me to leave New Orleans, but it doesn't: I love This City, it's like living in Oz— everywhere else in the world is just in black and white.

Forced the man to get up ass early to get to Lowe's before he went to work, to buy boards for the windows. We're not going to evacuate as it looks like we'll just be catching the Western side of hurricane Dennis, which is generally kinder and gentler. It's still a category 4, however, so we're keeping our options as open as possible.

I'm now off to complete some more hurricane prep tasks and later I'll head to the grocery store to by non-perishable hurricane treats, i.e. apple sauce, nuts, dried fruit, bottled water, et cetera.