And...

Tropical Storm Fay was not so bad.  All that preparation now has to be taken care of, I hate taking down the shutters more than putting them up.  They're kind of like Christmas lights, if you don't put them back in some sort of order, it'll take forever the next time you need them.

  

Because of the shutters, waking up with no light in the bedroom whatsoever makes it easy to sleep until your back hurts from being horizontal too long (partly because I hate my bed, but my bitches about the "Select Comfort" bed is for another entry).  

I want to know why every tree frog in my neighborhood in unison sound off when the rain and wind pause in a major storm.  

We did loose power for a while, fortunately it was from about 3 am until 8 am.  I noticed we lost power because even in the time of night it's just hot in Florida, especially in south Florida. I did wake up briefly to desperately kick off the covers.  I'm not complaining about the heat, don't get me wrong.   I hate being cold so much, I have relinquished all rights to complain about the heat.  My Grandfather once said he would rather be cold than hot due to the fact you can always put something more on. Thank whoever you thank that I was not around when he was really, really hot.  I told myself long ago, when I have the ability, I will never shovel snow on my own property.  I have veered off topic, my apologies.

The storm now heads out of town, like a drifter after eating that last piece of apple pie in the diner on the one night you would love that slice.  I'm that person behind the counter at midnight cleaning up the mess from that flaky goodness that got all over.  I'm drying off the exact change he paid with from the leftover condensation of the glass of ice water he requested to wash down his  small piece of heaven.  There is no tip, just the stale smell of a man who hasn't showered all month long (I'm not a pie eater, just the first metaphor that came to mind).