Hurricane Sandy is apparently aimed straight at New Jersey, obviously proving without a doubt that God is angry with Republicans, but Lady Chemistry and I are snug as bugs in a rug, who shouldn't be all that snug because rugs get stepped on. So we are snugger than the aforementioned bugs.
I cleaned up the yard yesterday to minimize any missiles, taking the yard chairs to the barn, dragged the logs from the broken birdhouse and broken clothesline to the brush pile, and put our grills in the garage. As long as the barn or garage isn't obliterated, we should be fine. Well, there is the giant pile of house trash leftover from our neighbor's move, but hopefully that won't be launch in our direction. And there are the dead branches in the maple tree that might hit a window if they fall, but we've got renter's insurance, and I warned our landlords about them twice in the last two months. I can't do anything about the new leak in the roof by the kitchen chimney, but our landlord decided he wanted to wait until the first of November to have someone take a look at that. That was a week ago that I warned him, and I hadn't heard of the hurricane either.
We've got plenty of wood cut for heating the house anyway, so if we lose power for days, we can still cook. Our power was up and down last night, but seem fine today. Right now, we're getting torrential rain with strong breezes, but by tonight things could be different. We are in the peidmont, so I think we are far enough inland, and south, that we won't see much worse.
Should this turn storm return Virginia to a libertarian post-apocalyptic paradise, I have an 80-pound hunting bow, and I know how to use it.