It is 4:15 in the morning, and I was aroused by strange dreams. They were dark and morbid and included aliens, crocodiles, and mean dogs. Everything was sighing like a devilish wind. Once I woke up, I realized that I was hearing the wind gusts outside. The typhoon is beginning to intensify, but I still have power and phone. I�m still on the outer edge, but the eye is headed straight for me. As you can see in the picture, the eye is much bigger and the body has thickened. I�ve had trouble getting news about its severity, but I�ve done some conversions of knots and k.p.h, and the typhoon gusts will be 135 knots per hour. Three things come to mind: 1) Americans need to convert to the metric system; 2) I can�t understand what the heck they are saying on the news; 3) I wouldn�t have a clue what was going on if it weren�t for the internet. At least, the geography of where I�m at isn�t like New Orleans. I am above sea level, and there aren�t rivers feeding into the sea. Now, it is just a waiting game, and I�m just trying to keep a sense of humor about the whole thing. I�m going to try to sleep and figure out what those aliens, crocodiles, and mean dogs wanted.