It looks like Tropical Storm Ernesto is still bearing down directly on Miami. The chart hasn’t changed much from yesterday, other than the strength dying down:

I needed gas yesterday – more of a coincidence than hurricane preparation – and got a disturbing surprise. Everybody’s making a run on gas, since they remember the stations running out last year. I got in a 30-car line for gas yesterday on the way home from work at the station with the shortest line, and they were out of everything but premium. On the way in to work this morning, the few stations I passed were out of gas. Ouch. Both of our cars are full now, so we shouldn’t have any problems.
Erika went grocery shopping yesterday, but we ran out of paper towels last night so I headed over to Publix for more. (Paper towels are very, very important in our house. Probably more so than water.) Both of the Publix stores on South Beach were a total zoo, but I noticed as I was going through the checkout line that most of the other people weren’t buying water either. Everybody was doing their normal grocery shop, just right before the storm. Hamburger, feta cheese, fresh bread, etc – not exactly the kinds of things you’d expect people to be buying with an approaching storm.
There’s a voluntary evacuation on Miami Beach, but we’ll ride it out since our condo building is so sturdy. We’ll park the cars in the multi-story parking garage this afternoon – there’s no charge during tropical storms – and veg out with little Ernie. Ernie the dog, not Ernesto the storm. Well, that too, but I wouldn’t give nicknames to storms.
I’m hoping I can leave work around lunchtime today. I’d rather get settled in before the rains hit.





