Cyclone Alfred has slowed down and is dilly dally dawdling up and down the coast to the point where some people are calling it a tourist.
Weather bureau says that it should finally hit the coast tomorrow morning. Mind you, it's been "It's hitting tomorrow" since Wednesday.
Parkrun is cancelled for very obvious reasons and we're sitting put in our fortified houses. MeMum's had her place sandbagged, I know I'm springing for some corrugated iron after the storm passes. About the only crisis that's looming is that we're running low on eggs and coffee.
I'm pretty sure we can survive that.
There's something about this whole thing that sets me back to the madness of lockdown. Now that the threat is actually visible, everyone's fine with taking precautions and staying indoors for extended periods of time.
I'm being effected by the overall gloom of the house. I want to curl up and sleep. BUT I'm also on the hook for offerings unless I'm sincerely impaired.
Even then, I'll find a way to pass along a message.
TLDR - I'm still alive and STILL waiting for this firkin storm.