Close counts in horseshoes, hand grenades, and hurricanes. Right now the eye of the storm is supposed to pass about 60, give or take, miles from me, and things should get interesting late tomorrow afternoon - though this can change a lot overnight. My office is closed tomorrow, but again, if the predictions change I'll go in, I have a ton of work to do. I have taken down the bird feeders and will move the plastic chairs indoors, and the trees in my yard are all of the sturdy rooted, airy canopied type that usually don't come out of the ground, but right now they're talking Category 2 and maybe a 3 by the time it arrives. I've lived in FL about 23 years and I've never seen anything even close to a Category 3 on my doorstep, and I don't think I want to.

Girlchild reports that Bonnie was just a rainy day in Tallahassee, no damage at all. Mom is relieved.

I miss the fantabulous D so much - she's been gone a day and we already miss her wonderful personality and skills and can't function the same way. My billable hours literally plummeted overnight, as I had to take back the mail, organizing the copies of depo exhibits, etc., and in construction cases that's not like "copy a two page letter and mail it to three people" by a longdamnshot. No word that the clue fairy has visited management. Meanwhile, because we love her we put the word out on the non-asshole-lawyer-friends circuit that she is wonderful and available, and already had a nibble. But damn, I can't and don't want to work like this - if the clue fairy doesn't show up at my present clue-deprived workplace, I will be moving on, and I strongly suspect Boss will bug out with me. We will be working that angle briskly in September.