Okay, by morning you might be laughing at me, hopefully with me, when it’s looking more like Fay’s just a tropical storm. But I have to tell you, sitting up here on the 15th floor, make that the TOP floor (you know, the one with canvas awnings over the terraces just waiting to blow in), it’s a little freaky. Even my teeny-tiny parrotlet, Tito, was acting as if something’s up. And, he’s the fearless one in my winged brood.

Would you get nervous if the security guard told you that the only way you could leave your building was through the parking garage? Because they’re sandbagging all the first floor doors? Naa…just because in front of you is a deepening marina with swaying boats and to the left is the swelling Atlantic ocean, and the parking lot of the marina bistro is already flooding, why should you not sleep well tonight?

Could it be because that’s when Fay’s worst weather is expected? All these questions.

So, let’s get back to the architecture conversation. Fifteen stories high. Windows, I mean sliding glass doors and floor to ceiling windows in every room. Stunning on a clear, South Florida day. Supposedly up to hurricane code (did they remember to factor in the probability of crashing awnings?), windows buckle, I’m told. So do tall buildings.

Yikes.

I was here in South Florida for the barrage of hurricanes with names like Irene, Katrina, Dennis, Charlie, what have you, and I’ve been reduced to a shivering wimp sitting on the floor holding my knees with my back to my bed waiting for the scariest part of the storm to pass. And, that season, I had the company of a big, strong man (shivering like a wimp with me).

Tonight’s blog is partly a vent of nerves. Sorry. Alone in my ivory tower, the one with the view I posted just the other day, I admit that this side of the unknown is not the part I enjoy. I’ve got my gear. Bottled water, flashlights, lantern, and the cool stuff I have only because of my dear old mom. That woman thrives in a disaster. Thanks to her I have the creme de la creme of disaster getup - a hand-cranked radio that requires no batteries and can charge any electronic item you own. A cordless tv/radio and my favorite, a battery powered fan. That’s a smart purchase if I’ve ever made one. Oh, did I mention the sterno stove? (I think I’m missing the sterno, though.)

I managed to get a press release done. Am halfway through reading a script for a play and I’m writing this (which counts). Jittery as I am, I will endure. Just please don’t let my building sway.

Lastly, mom, please stop calling me every hour.

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