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Carol of the Zombie Jesus!

All that bad weather we were supposed to get?

Yeah, got moved to tomorrow.

Apparently this is a very not-funny situation, since even the SPC/NOAA/weather.gov is freaking out about all this, spewing a bunch of stuff about issuing high-risk warnings for the area tomorrow, but it all depends on morning wind shear or weather or whatever. Not to imply that I don't care, only that there are certain things I still don't understand - and despite being a Spotter (yeah, baby), I don't really understand a lot of the weather.

Naturally, this has me edgy. I don't like bad weather, and I tend to like it even less when it involves times when I won't be around Col. I don't want to have Gabe in this weather, because it makes me feel like something awful could happen. I'm not just worrying for me, anymore - I'm worrying for Gabe because I'll be in charge of him then, and myself, and of course Col while he's at work.

I worry a lot.

Even though I know that none of this will be happening until tomorrow, I'm still in a mini-panic now. I have to, right? Because there is a very real possibility of Something Bad Happening. And if Something Bad does happen, I won't know what to do. I've never been in a life or death situation before, and I'd be just as happy not to start anytime soon. Like, oh, ever.

So here's hoping tomorrow isn't deadly. I'm going to hop over to Mom's after I take Col to work, and probably wash his awesome purple pants that he got from one of his sisters while I'm there. Always good to be useful.