On Friday, Alabama was hit with a series of storms more ferocious than I remember ever seeing in Missouri. Wave after wave of rain drenched the central corridor of the state, accompanied by wind, lightning, and a few tornados. I was thankful not to be at work as I can't imagine a warehouse to be the safest place to be during a tornado warning... and although I missed my midwestern basement, I felt quite snug in the back of our closet while the sirens sounds.
All of the storms preceded a cold front. Now, keep in mind, they have "predicted" snow in Tuscaloosa several times since we have been here and I have been encouraged to go out and buy milk and bread in preparation. It never materialized. Until today.
I'm pretty sure all of Tuscaloosa is shut down. How do I know? Well, I have already gotten a text message indicating that church is canceled for this morning. Which is good, because the roads look fairly treacherous, don't you think?