So I'm sitting in the upstairs bedroom of my home two Sundays ago, getting ready for my first full day at work in Shelby County.
I feel the building sort of shaking, the wall beside me vibrating, the wind whistling and, out the window, I see oak trees bending like palms.
The wind had been blowing hard all morning, but this was ridiculous.
My wife and I had been glued to the Weather Channel for several days, getting our fix of Hurricane Ike's battering of the Gulf Coast, so TV was tuned when we sprang from our bed to see to see what was the matter.