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Inertia has paid off (*maybe*).

I left the beach Thursday with Ophelia lurking down around Cape Canaveral, and clear possibilities of strengthening and drifting northwest. Right at me. Some of the five day and even three day cones seemed to have a picture of my house at the most intense point--and not only did I not batten down the hatches and nail up the plywood, I didn't even take in the bird feeders and wind chimes. But (crossing fingers, holding breath, saying prayers in all religions) I think we get another bye. I hope. I knew I should do it, but it takes a lot of time and work to get it all tied down, and then a lot more, for some renter probably, to untie it all again. Carrying heavy chairs and big tables around, etc. I used to even carry the kayak up a flight of stairs, but now that our fleet has reached five, there's no question of ever doing that.

My son says that unlike some members of our family, the true Eeyores, he and I are optimistic cynics: we think the worst will happen, but everything will be OK. I sure hope so this time. Ironically, I'm spending my days working with people who've come here after Katrina. You'd think I'd get a clue, huh.

But I've got that same mentality: the crazy logic that says, well, we haven't had a direct hit since 1955, so we won't get one now.

But when Hugo was coming, believe me, we got ready.