I am heading out for my safe haven. I’ll check in when I get there, and hope that all stays put here at Chez Mustang.
Thanks for all your good wishes, and I hope that Irma decides to head out for a long sea cruise to the middle of nowhere.
Update: I’m ensconced with my friends on relatively higher ground and in a safe place. We’re as ready for the storm as we can be.
Hoping for the best for you, Bobby. Harvey knocked on our door here but decided not to enter Our House; maybe you will be similarly favored by Irma.
Thank you, Steve, and good to hear from you. I worried about you and your encounter with Harvey. I’m glad you made it through.
You’ll be in our hearts!
I don’t care how secure you feel your safe house is, I fear the storm surge will carry the three of you off. Mothers fret.
We are out of the danger zone. Fret not.
Thinking of you, MB! Stay safe and smart!