Saturday: we're fine

Saturday morning begins with apologies for neglecting to turn our phones back on when, having slept in unusually late, we woke up at six-thirty. The bed was warm and snuggly, and we had no clue family and friends would be trying urgently to contact us and finally panic, and neighbors were sent, and Kristen came and let herself in see if we were okay. It made us feel bad, guilty, and loved. We've recoded our phones to allow emergency breakthrough even after we silence them at night.

But today. As a reward of love for Kristen coming, we are spending part of her inheritance to take her out to Sunday dinner after church tomorrow,

Yesterday was quite a jerk-around, what with Ross Whitley coming in to staff the WMBB emergency broadcast during the tornado warning. When Ross says it's offshore, moving toward coming ashore across South Lagoon and North Lagoon and Magnolia Beach, I can see all that from where I'm sitting right now, except of course in yesterday's driving rain all that was to be seen was driving white rain. The landing waterspout headed this way and ended up crossing StAndrews at about where StAndrewBaptistChurch is, Hwy390/Hwy98, which is that crazy busy Beck Avenue and US98 intersection.

Glad to see real progress taking place on Grocery Outlet's property there at that intersection, where Hurricane Michael reduced the old store to a pile of rubble.

We've not been out this morning and wouldn't be going out except that I need to go to the church office and print my handouts for tomorrow morning's Confirmation and Sunday School class.

Three zot zot zot streaks of lightning in the Gulf off to the south and west beyond Baypoint, along with thunder and severe weather warning flashed on the phone.

Now seems to have passed us by.

Here's what I, at the moment, who knows about later, think about the War that Putin has started in Ukraine: one, I think Putin should be stopped forthwith, right now, immediately, forcefully, now, today without further ado; but two, I think it's no longer a question for my itchy-trigger-finger generation to answer, I think I'll leave it to the next generation to decide and deal with, it's your Earth now.

RSF&PTL