I haven't decided to stay; I haven't decided to go. I haven't decided. I've got more than half a week to decide. But these remarks help; they incline me to go north more readily, and sooner, if it looks like good ol' Izzy is coming after all.
I have canceled a planned trip to Delray Beach this weekend for a Judo tournament in which some friends will compete. That's 200 miles south, and thus 200 miles farther from apparent safety. Monday, if still in Clermont, I'll find out how they did, and whether they used what little I've taught'em as a visiting instructor.
I have weathered 'canes before. Back when Miami was still part of the USA, I lived there (and in Orlando too) and went through a couple of'em. Can't remember their names, but they probably forgot me too.
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-- Carl
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