Son Of A...

Well ain't that the luck. We buy a house, and a week later, two big ass tornados head straight for it. Good news: the first one missed us. Bad news: the second one won't get here until after midnight, and Old Man Powell needs his sleep, even when death is on the line. Probable conclusion: this is the last post from Castle Powellskull.

(And yes, the reverse jinx is totally in play here.)