Ophelia Pain

The storms have just about wrapped the eyewall, and it looks like slowly, slowly Ophelia is coming into port at Wilmington. It will probably be a cat 1 at landfall, the sort for which folks 3 miles inland won't even board up the windows. I'm not planning to, anyway.

In all likelihood, Ophelia will be the anti-Katrina: the storm that breeds complacency. Everything will go according to plan, dozens of dime-store King Lears will raise their beers to the heavens crying "Rage! Crack, ye hurricanoes!" and consider themselves masters of their dominions.

All in all, I'm not worried, and it's just as well. I don't really have the wherewithal to weather worser weather.