How unpleasant. It’s 64 and cloudy here. Anoreth and I went to Wingate, over east, to the Sheriff’s Office and applied for a handgun purchase permit.
Apparently every short gray-haired lady and her mean redheaded daughter are buying handgun permits, because there were big signs up saying it would take at least three days to process. The fatherly deputy gave us some advice on appropriate self-defense weapons and seemed very pleased that we planned to look out for ourselves.
The weather radar is a little weird -- it had the pattern of a dissipating storm but suddenly (probably not far from Sandy) a north-south line of it, 50 - 60 mile long, suddenly intensified. It'll pass over us in a few minutes; I guess I'll see then.
LoM's making up some nice hot cider.