Ernesto is a Pussy

Maybe this is courting disaster, maybe it's too early for any excitement. So far...Ernesto has been a complete yawn fest.

It is now 22:02 on Thursday night. I am settled in the blue room (aka den/guest room/Magnus' room), watching the Panthers/Steelers game and hanging out with Daphne. It sounds like another rainy night.

I am torn between wishing for a wild and crazy storm and praying for a night of total boredom. It would be really neat to hear the wind howl and the rain pound the skylights. On the other hand, it would be a total pain in the ass to have the Pin Oak tip over onto the house.

Hmmmmm...

Perhaps another update before I retire for the evening. Provided I am not sufficiently distracted by more interesting things, of course.