The first named storm of the season, Alberto, (again with the hurricanes named after Flamenco dancers) is heading toward Tampa just to mess with my vacation plans.
We've got a beach vacation planned starting Thursday, and I really would appreciate the beach still being there upon our arrival.
Oh well, I suppose my disaster plan can include the relocation of my drinking if need be.
The only other news in Divaland is that of no news. I mean I just can't write of any lately. I've got nothing. Nada. Zip. It's like a vacuum down here.
Maybe Alberto will blow in some much needed verbage.