If Fay has 60 mph winds, I'm guessing that we're getting every mph of 'em. The marshy little creek is now sporting 2-foot ocean swells and we have about 6 inches of clearance before the Atlantic Ocean claims our AC unit. Fortunately, I think we've weathered the worst of the tide... for now.
The Big City up north and Daytona to the south are hogging all the news, but I'm pretty sure my little pirate town is getting the full brunt of a reckonin'. Actually, it's getting worse as I type.
The condo is an Aeolian Harp of noise, and has been for 24+ hours. The upstairs windows sound like the Russian Red Army chorus singing a low pogrom of horror. The front door and staircase window are playing the high notes. The entire complex has so many corners and hallways that all 325 units are moaning in concert with the wind. It's the stuff of a good Bogey flick.
Bird rescue at the pool, as well! A young Skimmer found hanging on for life to some flotsam in the pool was wrapped up in a towel and taken in by a nice Russian lady. Hope the little guy pulls through.
Update: First casualty of stupidity. The media pukes are saying she is a victim of the storm, but of course as sad as it is, it was certainly avoidable.