Good Morning, y’all.

Ever have one of those nights where you wake up in the morning and check yourself out first thing, making sure you’re in one piece?

Last night, after 2200, the cellphone went off with a tornado warning. As soon as that finished, the sirens started up. Shortly after that, the ventilators in the windows blew out. By the time I had my slippers on, the house was rocking with a 60+MPH gust. The lights went off.

Fast forward about a half-hour. We’d all piled into the Shamanic Secret Underground Reloading Cave. Angus, KYHillChick, Jay the Collie and your’s truly. I’d raised the Weather Service on the emergency radio and they’d said the worst of it had passed to the east.

For the next hour or so, I got to sit and watch the weather babe on Channel 12 describe a series of radar-indicated tornados march through. I found myself white-knuckling the remote as she rattled off the towns in the southern-most track. Mckinneysburg. Bachelor’s Rest. Brownings Corner. Crap! That’s the Farm! The cameras were dead. So was the weather station. It all passed on. Powersville. Petra. Santa Fe, Brooksville. Germantown. I went back to bed, pretty certain of the worst for the Greater Browningsville Metroplex.

I woke up at 0500, and the first thing I did was check the connection to the Farm. Wow! It was up. The weather station had started reporting after midnight. The cameras were online. I could access the data. The storm had passed, leaving all the cameras still reporting and in the same position as before. I just spent the last hour watching the storm come through– the worst seems to have passed just to the south by less than a mile. The power had stayed on, but the cell tower a few ridges over had gotten knocked off for a while.

Whew!

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