The sun, now having been down for a few hours, makes weather observation much more difficult. I’m counting on the lights from the shopping center across the street and the shadows of the swaying branches, which cast a shadow onto the screens in front of our windows.
The shadows show the branches in constant motion.
Still, the conditions appear to be much as they have been for better part of the day. The weather is no more audible now than it has at any other point in the day. The caveat being that we’re not especially close to the worst of the conditions…
Our DirecTV signal, save for a few moments, has come through loud and clear (knocks on wood). The first category of dense clouds and moderate-to-heavy precip is the HD signal, but it’s hung on like a champion today.
Our power has shown no signs of deserting, either (knocks on wood three times).
We’re within an hour of our normal bedtime, so it seems as though we’ve come through the day unscathed, the only casualty a now-twice-delayed dinner with friends. We’ve used the evening to keep ourselves busy, straying from the wall-to-wall television coverage to check in on the Nationals (now down 6-2 in Cincy). I am watching Twitter - I never thought I’d see two TV reporters trending in DC - and my wife has resorted to clearing out a mountainous list of game requests on Facebook.
That’s not the story for our friends to the south. The Outer Banks and Hampton Roads have been crushed, and we’re certainly hoping and praying there is no more destruction in that part of the world.
On we go, awaiting Irene’s worst…
