We still have power and - if you're reading this - internet connectivity. My guess is that last year's Halloween snowpocalypse has prepared us well. Meanwhile New Jersey residents are urged to go to high ground, such as the summit of Chris Christie's ego.
The Head cancelled school tomorrow, which is the second year in a row we have had the Head's holiday dictated by the weather. Once he made a joke about the chaplain praying for good weather for graduation and that he would rather have the weatherman on his side. It rained that day. I'm just saying.
As the storm gathered in strength from a rainy windy day to a rainy blustery day to man, that's some serious wind, I could actually feel the falling air pressure in my ears and sinuses. My glorious wife of course grabbed a vacuum while we still had power. FEMA is invited to kiss her ass.
Meanwhile, as Sandy squats down upon us like a flatulent sumo wrestler, we await the coming loss of power and the return to the Middle Ages: war, pestilence, famine and plague.
Also, too, no Monday Night Football.
UPDATE: You think Mother Nature is letting us know she's pissed that no one has been talking about global warming?
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