Eli's Izzy's Coming

I’ve been to Minneapolis and back since my last post, and come home to a Delaware Valley that’s battening down the hatches (and trying to tolerate a hysterical media). Michele has done a nice job of BlogIsabel coverage … and Meryl Yourish has founded the Axis of Isabel for real blow-by-blow coverage … so I won't bother to do much other than note that we awoke in Philadelphia to a grey sky this morning (you can always click the camera icon to see local conditions). My only hope is that my travel plans won't get scuttled like so much flotsam and jetsam.

Yes, I'm just trying to reason with hurricane season …

Squalls out on the gulf stream
Big storm's comin' soon
I passed out in my hammock
And God I slept 'til way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far
I knew I could use a Bloody Mary
So I stumbled next door to the bar

And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on

There's somethin' about this Sunday
It's a most peculiar gray
Strollin' down the avenue that's known as A1A
Feelin' tired, then I got inspired
I knew that it wouldn't last long
So all alone I walked back home
Sat on my beach and then I made up this song

And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But then it cleans me out and then I can go on

Well the wind is blowin' harder now
Fifty knots or thereabouts
There's white caps on the ocean
And I'm watchin' for water spouts
It's time to close the shutters
It's time to go inside
In a week I'll be in gay Paris
That's a mighty long airplane ride

And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on

Yes it cleans me out and then I can go on

— Jimmy Buffett, Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season, A-1-A