The Wife is feeling better.

The stupid cat, however unfortunate, is still alive. God when will some wild beast take her away.

Winds are gusting, rain is not yet falling in steady patterns (for more than 10 minutes). I thought for sure we'd be getting pummeled by now, but apparently Hanna is a bigger bitch than we all thought.

That's right. You travelled thousands of miles just so my redneck ass could refer to you as a bitch.

And when/if Ike comes ashore (thank god in his now weakened state) we can all take turns making fun of mother nature. Oh come on, don't get sensitive. That's how we roll baby.