It\’s not the airline we mean down here just now, when we say \”Delta\”. There\’s a hurricane by that name in the Gulf, and it\’s heading in our general direction.

Many years ago Delta Airlines had an advertising jingle on TV: \”Delta is ready when you are.\” Well, I can tell you that we are not ready for another hurricane, no matter what its name is.

In fact, I think we have the equivalent of combat fatigue. We\’re certainly storm-weary. All these hurricanes; the pandemic; economic stress — we really need a break!

Last time I checked, a few hours ago, Hurricane Delta is most likely to make landfall about 90 miles to the west of New Orleans. Good news for us; unfortunately, bad news for somebody else.

Even so, the forecast says that tropical storm conditions are possible by Friday morning; and hurricane conditions are possible by Friday night. I must haul out the cable lock again, and hitch the trash can to the fence so it doesn\’t blow away.

Meanwhile, conditions look all right for a ride tomorrow morning. Thursday? Maybe; maybe not. It\’s Friday when things will get really rough.

It\’s time to set up the trainer. \”Riding\” that way is tedious; and if the power goes out, I won\’t want to do it because I\’ll overheat. If the wind is strong, opening a door to keep myself cool would be unwise at best.

Plan for the worst, and hope for the best, the old saying goes. This is why I keep hitting the salvage store for more canned stuff. Having a good supply on hand at all times actually gives me a certain sense of security.

So look out for Delta — no, not the airline!