Speaking of Tornadoes...

I had a late start this morning, so I didn't get to the gym until almost eleven o'clock. 35 minutes on level 2 hills, 1.9 miles, and three rounds of the circuit room...in case you cared. A woman who was working out in the circuit room mentioned that we were expecting bigger storms than we had last night, supposedly heading right for us. As we spoke, Alabama was being lambasted (not her words, mine) and we should brace ourselves. Well, thanks, Suzy Sunshine! I opted to finish my workout and let the weather sort itself out without my help.

I had to run to the grocery store afterwards. My goodness. People buying cases of water, loaves and loaves of bread. Really, you get hit by a tornado and you want bread and water? I would be stocking up on chocolate and bottled Starbuck's.

While out and about, I called home to see if I needed to add anything to the list. Our roommate was concerned that I wasn't home, the first time. Second time, he said I needed to get my butt home right away. I told T to relay to him that I would get home when I was damn good and ready, and the tornado could just wait for me.

I got home, and a few minutes later, the sky looked quite sullen. I think the storm was cross with me for not being home when it came to call. T and J were watching the local weather, and as T was helping me bring in the groceries, he told me there were reports of funnels all over Gainesville. That's just a few miles north of us. I replied "That's Gainesville and we live in Braselton." If you live 'round here or look at a map, you'll know why that's so funny. If you don't know, well...we may as well be in Gainesville, where weather is concerned. The storm system was ten miles wide, more than enough to cover Gainesville and us with some to spare. Whatever. I was here first.

On the weather map, there wasn't a fraction of an inch small enough to describe how close the tornadoes were to where we live. Looking out the window, you'd never know they were out there. We're fine, didn't even head for the downstairs bathroom, although I think T and J wanted to go. I wanted to eat my lunch. Working out makes me hungry, dang it, and if I am going to get smushed by my house, I'd prefer to do it with a full stomach.

So here I sit, surrounded by storms, inches away from an exclamation point of an afternoon, and what am I doing? Seeking shelter? Watching the weather channel? No and no. I am eating my mostly-veggies Italian sandwich and watching the Mobil One Twelve Hours of Sebring (I have worked in the communications tower for this race - fun, fun, fun!!). Smart, me.