There’s little about the current weather to suggest that a hurricane is headed this way. The wind did pick up in the late afternoon/early evening, but at the moment there’s barely even a breeze, and no precipitation to speak of. Outside my window, a few drunk randos are yelling and horsing around like it’s a Friday night.
It feels strange to not be taking the whole thing seriously. Or rather, it’s not that I’m not taking it seriously. It’s just that, given where I live, I seriously doubt that I personally will be in any danger, so it’s hard to feel more than this general sense of excited anticipation. Like the gradual build at the beginning of an exciting movie.
Which then makes you feel like an asshole when you realize that other people have had to leave their houses and evacuate to shelters while you get to stay curled up in your dorm room reading books and watching movies. And I know from our experience with Irene last year that just because my campus was spared doesn’t mean the surrounding area was.
So maybe Sandy will give us all a thorough pounding. Or maybe she won’t be so mean after all.
For now, though, there’s nothing to do but sit tight and wait.