'Twas The Night Before Gustav......

And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for this opossum.

OK, so it doesn't rhyme. I never claimed to be the songwriter. Just the "wife of a...."

This little critter somehow ended up in our sunroom last night. Bless his heart, he was probably just looking for a good place to ride out the storm. But Doobie-Dog was having NONE of that, thank you very much. We tried to direct him back out to the yard, but he was just too scared to realize that we were trying to help him. Finally, we just left the back door open, closed the door into our house (I'm all about providing shelter, but I draw the line at opossums), and went to bed, because Sundays come early here at our house. When we got up this morning, the critter was gone.

We've been to church, eaten some lunch and are now "hunkered down" glued to the continuing hurricane coverage on the different tv stations. One of the outer bands is making its way through our area right now. It's now really dark and the thunder is beginning to rumble. According to the latest reports, we're in for a rainy, windy night. (But nothing like Louisiana is going to have.) We've got all of our "if-the-lights-go-out" supplies ready, and I'm baking some muffins so we'll have something yummy for a late-night snack. The kids are all hyped-up thinking that this is all a grand adventure. Lee's snoring on the couch. 

Stay safe and dry, Mr. Opossum!