During hurricane season I start my day with a glance at the tropics for anything brewing that could change my life in a week or so. It has happened to me with Andrew and Wilma which both altered my life after their passing.
This morning I saw this image. Low potential to development but so was Andrew when it was approaching the Bahamas. It was on a Friday afternoon when our small company debated to take action or not. I voted to get ready; others said it would die. That Sunday afternoon I and a few others were running around the building stuff computers, monitors, and other valuables into contractor grade garbage bags and stuff them under desks.
You never know. . . .
