Hi. Everyone keeps wanting to know if we survived the hurricane. Well, in case you haven't guessed already due to the fact that you are reading this, we did.
I am sorry to say, though, that we did not obey the mandatory evacuation order. Evacuating isn't easy, especially if you are responsible for two cats who hate each other, one of whom routinely pees on you, and the other one who does a Tasmanian devil imitation every time you try to put either of them in a pet carrier.
I realize these are petty reasons not to evacuate, but really, I am tired of smelling like urine and having scratches all up and down my arms.
And furthermore, having already ridden out multiple hurricanes which were higher categories than Rita was at the time they came bearing down on us (and for which evacuation orders were not issued), I was confident we could ride out this one as well (Rita was only a Category One when it passed us, strengthening to a Two).
And ride it out we did, with the help of Whoppers, leftover pasta, our neighbors' chips and salsa, a little wine, and the fact that the power was back on by bedtime that night (thank God and the power company).
I do solemnly swear, however, that we shall flee for any Category 3 or above that heads our way, taking our peeing/biting cats with us.
And I urge everyone in Rita's current path to get the heck out of the way, because she seems REALLY mad (possibly because we didn't offer her any Whoppers).
Anyway, Rita ended up just brushing past Key West, no doubt due to the grotto. People here really do believe in the grotto, and right now it is covered in flowers from grateful Conchs (native Key Westers), myself among them (although Captain Bob says I have not lived here long enough to be a real Conch, so I am just a Freshwater Conch).
Still, you never know. No deaths in Key West from hurricanes since the grotto was erected? I, for one, am a believer.
See you in DC, and stay tuned to this blog for a major Meg Cabot books-related announcement on Friday.