Paranoia will destroy ya

I lie in bed at night, listening to every rumble of the jets arriving and departing Dulles, wondering if the low rumble isn't actually a jet and waiting for the bed and bedroom furniture to shake. I think the quake affected me more deeply than I originally thought.

Hurricane? Too far away from the coast, and too high on a hill, to worry about flooding. The worst I should fret about is losing a shingle. I'll most likely spend Sunday ironing Pennsic clothes and putting the craft room back in order.