Kyle and the Carolina Low Refuse to Marry

Came home in the rain on the bus, somewhat damp by the time I walked in the door....and there was a nice little fire in the woodstove to take the edge right off.

Now it's 9:26 and it's raining like hell. It sounds like being under an M&M factory when the bag breaks. Looking at the radar, there is just a big nasty red splotch over Portland.

Looking at the National Hurricane Center, however, it looks like that low in the Carolinas isn't even making the cut for their interactive map, and Kyle is steering more to the east.

I love a good storm, but I'm relieved for Maine, because if we got a hurricane, the fall leaves would get blown away before the leaf peepers even showed up and that puts the good Mainers out of cash.

So rain on, gentle low! Rain to your heart's content. And see ya later, Kyle!