Given that Hurricane Wilma is now a Category 5 hurricane packing 175 mile per hour winds and the lowest pressure ever recorded for an Atlantic basin hurricane, and that the projected track brings it over the Florida peninsula uncomfortably close to where I live on Saturday night, my mom and I decided that discretion is the better part of valor and she won't be flying in tomorrow. She's going to try to reschedule for flight plans to come down on Monday, assuming that we don't get a direct hit on Saturday night. So either my mom and I will be having a nice time next week, or I'll be surviving in the ruins. I sure as hell hope it's not the latter.
I'm getting really, REALLY tired of hurricane season.