Batten Down the Hatches!

Day 319:

All hands on deck!  Batten down the hatches, Conor!

Here she comes, Son.  That wicked woman named 'Sandy'...  For two days I've been talking about the coming storm and she's finally here, Son.  Thus far we're only seeing steady rain with a some mild winds, though by the morning we're expecting far worse.  As a result, the day would be spent managing you and passing you back and forth whilst me and Mommy traded hanging out with you for knocking down chores and last minute preparations...

I must admit, for a day in which I barely left the house but instead spent the afternoon lounging on the couch watching football while, for the most part, you and Mommy snoozed away the day upstairs, I rather enjoyed the excuse for laziness from the warm dry comfort of the basement.  Watching football, sipping a bourbon, taking it easy and relaxing... A luxury I'm seldom afforded these days, Conor.  So yes, I would take full advantage...  Tomorrow could be potentially different given this storm, however.  If we do lose power I'll most certainly be busy.  What's more, if there are trees down or chores outside the house need taken care of, I'll be hard at it helping our friends and neighbors in need.

It's who I am, Conor, and thus, it's who you are.  Both me and your mother enjoy helping people, albeit in different ways.  While I'm all to happy to lend a friend my back, Mommy would do the same with her mind.  Still, the ability to help others is a blessing, Boy'O.  I'd always prefer to the helper, not the help-ee...

Meanwhile, you're cozy and warm asleep in your crib, safe from the outside elements.  Safe from Sandy.  And tomorrow morning you'll have breakfast, I'll have coffee, and we'll stand by the window and watch the storm pass us by.  The less eventful, the better.

I love you, Conor.
-Dad