There's this teeny thing called a hurricane

[Corona]

 

(That info box in the lower left is talking about tomorrows' later predicted location & wind strength.)

 

 

(Above is an hourly forecast for southeastern CT were I live. Notice the wind strengths each hour (in mph). Not too rough, but enough to make a mess of things.)

 

Stormpulse A great site for more accurate tracking.

 

Keep in mind this system though weakened after travel, will affect Iceland, Scotland and England.

[Andavari]

We have an old family friend that lives in Virginia, luckily she heeded the advice and evacuated.

[Winapp2.ini]

Poor old Johnny Ray

Sounded sad upon the radio, he moved a million hearts in mono.

Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them.

Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever.

Go Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye

and we can sing just like our fathers.

 

Come on Irene,

I swear (well he means) At this moment you mean everything,

With you in that dress my thoughts I confess verge on dirty

Ah come on Irene.

 

These people round here wear beaten down eyes

Sunk in smoke dried faces they're so resigned to what their fate is,

But not us, no not us we are far too young and clever.

Remember Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye

Irene I'll hum this tune forever.

 

Come on Irene, I swear, well he means

Ah come on let's take off everything,

That pretty red dress Irene (Tell him yes)

Ah come on let's, ah come on Irene, please.