Decision made. I’m staying with the neighbors. They are very, very nice and very cool. They even have a guest room for me.

It’s very calm outside and the streets are deserted. Every now and then I see someone on a bike or taking a walk. There’s a slight breeze and it’s a little cooler than it was yesterday.

My landlord and her husband stopped by on their way out of town and wanted to see if I had room in my trash can for a few things. I knew then that I was screwed because the lease says I’m not allowed to have any pets, but I didn’t have a choice because my parents’ dog is old and tired and has some kind of leg injury. My landlord told me to get the dog out right away because she doesn’t want the place to smell. I was shocked. Of all the things to worry about now, dog smell doesn’t strike me as vital. I mean, for all we know, the hurricane might blow the windows out, which would work nicely for getting that dog smell out on its own. So that’s basically what I told her. She and her husband left right after that without using my trash can.

Here's a shot of the little guy himself:

The word from the neighbors is they think the power will go out around midnight. We’ll see. (or not). Flooding is almost certain, so for purposes of perspective, this is the view from my front door: