When we moved to Macomb, I was dehydrated for two weeks. The first winter, my eyes burned for weeks. Living for 30 years in Florida makes for a water-loving body. I still laugh when I hear people complaining about how humid it is in Illinois. But this takes the cake: Florida is such a sweatbox, a tropical storm can strengthen over land. Dang.
I’m glad Fay isn’t expected to exceed 80mph, ’cause this three day forecast basically takes her from my brother’s backyard to visit Erin’s family in Jax, just north of the grandparents and Gainesville, then toward my friends in the panhandle. Though I imagine everybody’s got the batteries and plywood already, since hurricanes come annually or more often in the Sunshine State now.