Tropical Storm Alberto brushed the St. Petersburg area bringing buckets of rain riding gusts of wind, but no significant damage. It rained all yesterday, and I suspect the winds reached 30-40 mph. Overall, it wasn’t as bad as a squall the area got three months ago — where eight inches of rain fell in about four hours and the roof of a Bed, Bath & Beyond caved in.

I cross my fingers and hope Alberto is the worst hurricane season brings to St. Petersburg. I haven’t lived in this $#%@* state for three and a half years only to get wiped out this summer. Got plans — can’t go quietly (or loudly) quite yet.

Which brings me to the weekend. The Divine Miss K and I leave Wednesday (tomorrow) for Belize on a reconnaissance trip. We’re hoping to get ducks in a row for the wedding next year. And maybe soak up a bit of sun.

Again, I’ll publicly commit to writing more in this space. Maybe this time it’ll stick…