Hurricane Wilma is now expected to hit around 7 a.m., that is, in about 16 hours as I write this. The latest news says it will be a Category 2 or 3 hurricane. Of course, we have no idea when the power might go out, or when it will come back on, so I am not at all sure when my next post might be. We are very much hoping that Wilma turns out to be full of sound and fury and signifying nothing, but the Smart Marketing office is definitely in the flood zone. Right now, my house is a big camp whose residents include (besides myself), my son Max; his best friend Dylan; Max’s mother, Anne; and the wonder dog, Jacques. My own mother is stubbornly holding out in her own place, but that could still change. Only thing to do now is settle in and hope we feel silly when Wilma turns out to be a big dud. We are stocked with water, canned goods, flashlights and batteries. I have filled the bathtub with beer and chips. God save the Queen.