Preparing for the Wilma Wash-O-Matic

The lines are tied, three out of four cats are accounted for, shutters are up. All our A-list possessions have been packed and schlepped to our friends house -- Bounce the Clown and Mademoiselle Oo-La-La. The 2pm advisory just came out and Wilma is racing across the Gulf of Mexico straight at us. The satellite photo proves Wilma is bigger than we are. My argument that Key West is a tiny island and therefore easy to miss, doesn't hold up here.

I can hear the first few raindrops from the first serious outer band. Not a bad sound, gentle in fact, rhythmic.

Packing food for today and tomorrow, first aid kit, board games. I'm packing all my favorite clothes since my friend Donna tallied up the value of her possessions and decided clothes were expensive to replace. And my favorite shoes. But not my sweaters. I guess that means I'm not serious when I say I'm moving out of the hurricane zone.