My loft apartment building is a renovated factory that looks tough and squat. Nonetheless, when the hurricane hit between 4 a.m. and 8 a.m. on Saturday morning, the whole structure shuddered, as if from an earthquake. The sound of the wind was something like a thousand violins played with both wands and thick felt; sharp, yet muted. Horizontal rain forced its way through my lanai door, soaking the wood laminate floor and ruining an oriental rug, which bled. I never felt that glass in the windows or doors were in danger of breaking. I slept through most of the storm.
UH is closed at least through Monday.
I drove across town this afternoon to rehearse a scene for class with Annie. Driving home, I saw a long line in front of Whole Foods.... Hunh? People going into arugula withdrawal? Myself, I have enough food for another three-five days, at least if I don't lose electricity. There were also huge lines at gas stations, which give me pause, when I think about driving across town again for any non-essential purpose.
Mostly, I'm bored, but do have teaching prep and home work to do, so there's that. I'll leave rescue efforts to the experts and do my own work.