The eye of the storm may be dancing around the western leg of Cuba, but his toes are starting to stray into my neck of the woods.
The first feeder band just passed through about 20 minutes ago, waking my wife and I up from a dead sleep. How?
A set of wind chimes I was going to bring in at sunrise started banging around like mad. The plant hanger I had them hanging from started whacking the house and vibrating back and forth like the stop sign in "Close Encounters."
We expected early signs of it. But not this early.