Liveblogging the storm ... (servere [sic] weather!)

Do you recall how, after 9/11, every little anomaly in the normal course of events was cause for a disproportionate, over-the-top overreaction?

That's somewhat akin to how I feel every time threatening weather ... well, threatens. Especially since the tornado of November 15 of last year, and especially since the hurricane-force winds of last Sunday evening.

There is a tornado watch for my area until the middle of this evening. There are also very dark clouds that were just passing north of the compound, but have since enveloped the skies overhead, separate from the storm system that is due to pass through in the evening hours.

I, of course, am in panic mode right now.

Speaking of which, I'll recount my story of the 11/15 tornado in a later post. Right now, I must find hatches, and batten them accordingly. The roof of my carport is still wedged in the trees lining the road; part of me thinks it will be secure, while the other part of me thinks I need to drag my butt out there and somehow secure it to something else more sturdy. By what means, I have no clue. I'm not good at that sort of thing.

Then, I hear thunder in the distance, and think maybe I'll be better off surrounded by all of this electrical equipment. At least I'm inside.

Ahhh, there goes Craig. Tornado warning up near Martinsville. That's not close to home, thankfully.

More later. Lightning visits.