Hurricane Debby

Remember my weather post yesterday when I ranted about how hot and wet it is here in the third circle of hell – AKA the Nocatee/Ponte Vedra/Jacksonville area? It seems the weather gods didn’t like that and went, Oh, you think THAT’S wet? Take THIS!! and sent us Hurricane Debbie. So my apologies. I will never whine about the weather again...after I’m done with this post.

Jacksonville’s weather is schizophrenic. It can be sunny, cloudy, rainy, thundering, dry, and windy in a short period. It’s like Mother Nature can’t make up her mind, kind of like me when I’m trying on clothes before I go out: What about this skirt? Uhhhhh….nah. How about these shorts? Nope. Wait, let’s try the skirt again. Yep, the skirt. No, not the skirt. Maybe jeans? 

The only weather trait that is consistent here is the perpetual hair-ruining humidity.

After five years of Florida living Bill and I were kind of chill about this storm. Our attitude was We have water, candles, and a giant bag of Funyuns. We're good to go! when in the past I’d sprout tufts of gray hair and have mini-strokes trying to ready us for the possibility of being blown into the Land of Oz. That might mean we have finally transitioned from being Pittsburghers to being Floridians or it might mean we're ridiculous. Or both.

So anyway, Hurricane Debby is upon us, and outside of potential flooding and the fact that our town is turning into a swampy, soupy marsh, I don’t 100 percent mind the storm for selfish reasons. It’s nice to have a day to hunker down inside, read books, nap, and think about maybe cleaning out a closet but I probably won’t because the best thing about rainy days is that they don’t demand you do anything. They’re like permission to enjoy being lazy and cozy, you know?