"It's all starting to sink in now," I just heard a co-worker say. "Earlier I was like, we've been through this before, but now I'm worried."
Another colleague put a festive spin on it: "Just hope and pray and drink till it's over."
If you obsessively watch the forecast and ponder the possibilities of what this hurricane could do, even inland in Orlando, it's hard not to freak.
"Come on, man, this isn't the zombie apocalypse," reasoned another guy down the hall.
True. I guess. I don't really know what a zombie apocalypse is.
My son just wants this to end well, like we all do.
"We're going to be OK, right?"
Yep. That's the plan.