This will be remembered as Hurricane Stokercon. I'm not going to say much, because I'm exhausted from the day's reading and panels, and from waiting an hour and a half for the worst room service dinner ever, and from the anxiety that the wind pounding the hotel walls has been causing me since before dawn. Currently, it's 38˚F, with a windchill of 25˚F, and I think the rain is beginning to change over to snow. I just heard there was a wind gust on the Cape of 93 mph. The storm is being described as having tropical-storm strength sustained winds, with hurricane-strength gusts. A week ago, I was enjoying balmy Alabama days, days in the lower 80s. Anyway, I have a few things I posted on Facebook earlier today, and I'll leave you with a photo from the window of the room, the city yesterday evening before the storm began:
~ Just awoke to the Biltmore being lashed by wind and rain. The nor'easter is here. Providence could see gusts to 70mph.
~ Oh, these uncouth yankees. Room service bringing me eggs, but no Tabasco sauce?
~ Trapped in a hurricane-besieged hotel in Providence, at the mercy of overpriced room service. Etcetera.
~ I'm pretty sure that hamburger was cooked in 1972.