The scanner has been lit up for hours. The wind is roaring over my house and the rain is hitting the windows like handfuls of pebbles hurled by midnight lovers. Police, fire and public works crews are all over the place, clearing roadways and putting up temporary stop signs where they’ve blown away or where a power outages have rendered the stoplights dark.
My pants are in the dryer. It’s wt out there. Must find my rain pants. I guess I’ll put on my rubber boots, too, before I head back out, hot on the trail of fresh mayhem.