I love a lot of stuff. I love life, I love my dog, I love photography, I love Lake Huron; it's a pretty long list of stuff I love. Oh ... and I really, and I do mean REALLY, love weather.
Weather. Big storms. Wicked winds. Sheeting rain. Blizzards. Thunder. Lightening. You get the picture.
Secretly, I wanted to be a meteorologist. Unfortunately, this revelation came late in life, like when cable came to be and the Weather Channel came online. It would have been a lot of math and physics to follow that dream and I wasn't prepared to go that far.
However, I do know all the names of the meteorologists on the Weather Channel. I follow them on twitter. I am sort of on the line ... almost obsessed. Or as Paul would say, "loooooooser."
I got up in the middle of the night to check on the storm. Had I not felt so lousy, I would have turned on the tv. The weather channel has been on since 8:30 this morning and I am following the storm minute by minute. And it's on every tv in the house, as I go from room to room, cleaning; I don't miss a thing.
I have lived through typhoons (Guam), earthquakes, wildfires and mudslides (southern California), and tornadoes (Michigan). Right now, I can hope (and pray) that all my east coast friends are safe - either evacuated or hunkered down - and I can get my weather geek on.