Things are tense here as everyone rushes to batten everything down ahead of Hurricane Irma. Disaster certainly puts things into perspective. The things we complained about last week seem petty today. Irma reminds us not to sweat the small stuff. We’ve done all we can to prepare.
No one can predict what will happen during this unprecedented storm. I’m sure we will be fine, but it does make me think about death more than usual. Should disaster strike us here and my time winds to a close, I hope I go mid-sentence, fingers on the keyboard, final thoughts paused for an eternal moment.