I went to sleep about midnight and shortly before 2, C. woke me up. “I just got this alert on my phone. There’s a tornado warning and we’re supposed to take shelter.”
I call the front desk. She tells me there’s no alert, and I said, “Just for the sake of warning, if there is an actual alert, what are we supposed to do?” You know, since we’re up here on the 27th floor.
“I don’t know,” she said. “That’s a good question. I guess you would come down to the lobby.”
It’s hard to describe what the wind sounds like up here, even when there isn’t a storm. It’s kind of like a freight train going through the room, only worse.
I finally give in, take a half an Ativan, and finally fall asleep again. It’s a bright, shiny day here at the beach and no tornadoes. Happy lunar eclipse!