Knock Knock, Alberto's here...

And he woke me up... Alberto is making himself known right now. Small debris is tapping our windows, enough to wake me. The wind is "wooshing" (probably not a real word) about and though I can barely see into the dark, I can make out an ugly St. John's river sending set after set of waves towards the docks. Heavy rain bands come and go. And we're on the good coastline side but unfortunately we're on the east side of the storm. Not good. You always want the storm to pass so you stay on the west side. Less powerful winds. Oh well, we don't have a boat to lose this time and we've lashed everything else down. It'll be light soon and Alberto should be away from us and back out to sea. Our daughter has to drive to Orlando this morning. I hope they cancel her meeting. I really, really do. We didn't get the generator out. We didn't fill up the gas cans or vehicles but now Alberto has reminded me that the "season" is back. Our wake-up call. And Alberto is only a storm. I've come to fully dread this time of year...