i just went across the street to grandma's house. the winds are now at about 40-50 mph, and rising. on the way back, I noticed a building down the street. it's having its metal roof crumpled, folded, and peeled off the building like so much tinfoil. it seems that it will shortly disconnect from the walls, and come dancing down the street. Like a cross between Fred Astaire and Freddy Krueger. So far, there's not really any rain to speak of, but the wind is finally doing its part. Glad I went for the chocolate, or I might not have realized that this storm isn't as pathetic as it sounds from in here. (God, I love this house, and the paranoid fuckers that built it).