My husband’s company closed its campus today and tomorrow to give employees a chance to prepare their homes for hurricane Ike. We’ve been scuttling around taping windows, moving flower pots to the garage, packing clothing, and herding Goldens to get ready to leave for my parents’ home. They live about forty-five minutes north of us and have a generator and a pantry to end all pantries. This is good because we have about four batteries, two tiny flashlights, only a walkman-style radio, and one can of salmon in our own home. Sheesh. I need to take hurricane season more seriously in the future.