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Gus, "The thump you want now, hoomin?"
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Espresso, "Git, hoomin!"
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Greetings, Everybun!
The storm did what we all feared - suddenly zigged East. That projected path straight north toward Pensacola always looked like a bunch of baloney.
All the same, we had come through fine. The storm howled and blew, dumped massive amounts of water from the sky, and pushed in a lot of water from the Gulf. The transient ducks in the yard were very happy, though. My hoomins had Wednesday off, so we listened to the rain and the birds. The birds were downright giddy, singing and chatting without skipping a note.
Our home stayed dry, the power stayed on but for a brief hour, and things were very quiet. Still, we do wish that 2020 would go already and step on a rusty nail.
We'll keep you posted,
- Gus
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