No worries... but interesting how it all works out.

While my wife is evac somewhere safe, i'll be at our place on the top floor, with a cold beer in one hand two scared cats clinging to me for dear life (sounds like a 'blast' situation, eh!), and wondering if that'll be the last cold beer for a few weeks. If that happens, scotch neat will be my drink with a cigar (wife hates them)!