Come on, Irene

I have gas in the car.  I have filled 6 water bottles and piled them into the fridge.  All of my candles are lined up on the mantle with several lighting options.  Flashlights are under the sink.  Laptop is fully charged, not to be touched unless electricity fails us and leaves us without a way of watching our recent picks from Netflix.   Bread and a roasted, indian veggie curry that can be eaten hot or room temperature are in the works.  Perhaps maybe a batch of chocolate chip cookies later- for sustenance, obviously.  We are batting down the hatches later on this evening by bringing in all of our outdoor furniture, taking down the tent over the patio and have tied down all of our precious plants that may be blown away in the storm.  I have washed all of our laundry, sheets and towels and they are all neatly put away.  I am brewing a second pot of coffee to put in the fridge and there's plenty of ice in the freezer that should hold us over for about two days of perishables.  My kid's only lived 5 months and in that span of time she has watched our nation flounder in debt crisis, experienced her Mama cry at images of war and it's casualties, and napped through an earthquake.  What's one more disaster of epic proportions? Come on, Irene.