I brought one of my favorite [tag]Carl Hiaasen[/tag] novels, Stormy Weather, to reread on the plane. Maybe that was a mistake. Within hours of arriving in [tag]Lake County[/tag] it was raining like the end of the world. Then the terrifying lightening began (and I am a native [tag]Floridian[/tag], if I say lightening was terrifying, it was terrifying). Then the weather alert radio went off and we got reports of funnel clouds on the ground just miles from here in [tag]Eustis[/tag]. Poor Eustis. [tag]Tornados[/tag] are no good.

It was an interesting night, to say the least, but no damage to Mom’s neighborhood. Mom went into [tag]Red Cross[/tag] Mode today and I will no doubt join her tomorrow.

It’s of course a beautiful sunny day now with blue skies, but more bad weather is rolling in tonight. Mom and I were going to go to St. Augustine but those plans have changed.

I stand corrected: I didn’t bring Stormy Weather to read, I brought [tag]Sara Paratsky[/tag]’s [tag]V.I. Warshawski[/tag] novel, Blacklist. So I don’t feel like I brought a harbinger, unless there’s some sort of wacky old Chicago money-type family monkey business going on around here that can only be solved by a tough P.I. with a heart of gold and a love of hockey.