Haul off, Humberto!

By the time you read this, it is probably raining outside. Bigtime.

Humberto's headed here. He’s supposed to be big and wet and messy. Let’s hope he’s brief too.

I don’t know what’s worse -- a hurricane that you track for days as it bores in on you like a guided missile, or a surprise like Humberto that pops up overnight.

I do know that I’m sick of going to Web sites and The Weather Channel so much when I could be wasting time watching football or baseball.

Maybe the Good Lord will let us dodge this bullet. After Rita, we could use a break or two when it comes to tropical disturbances.

Here’s to you and yours; may you come through this one OK.

And may you remember the supreme importance of those two little words:

Flood insurance.