Fearing for their safety, many people ran away, hands thrown in the air, shouting "We're all gonna die! Run for your lives! Arrgggh!" (The "argggh" was probably me smacking some sense into those that I came across, FYI).
At 6 a.m., I (who, rather than moving away from the alleged hurricane, went to stay at my surrogate aunt's house, much closer to the line of fire — also closer to work, which doesn't get canceled just cause of storms. I mean hey, it's the newspaper) got up to let Mollie out in case the weather was too nasty for her to do so again for a while. There was a little rain, a little wind. I went back to sleep.
At 10:30 a.m., I awoke again, went outside, and there was drizzle, clouds. Less wind.
At 1 p.m., I headed to work. There were clouds. An occasional drop of rain. A nice breeze. The temperature was slightly cooler.
It is 5:10 p.m. now, Killer Edoardo has dropped about .6 inches of rain on Galveston and gone on about its business.
Yes folks, I survived my first tropical storm. Yeehaw.
