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Hatches: battened down

There's a big storm coming tonight. It used to be known as Hurricane Noel. Now it's post-tropical, and Halifax is in the crosshairs.

The rain has started ... the wind has pickeded up ... and conditions are expected to deteriorate as the day and evening wears on.

Peter Bowyer at the Canadian Hurricane Centre in Dartmouth is saying the peak of the storm will hit after midnight, into the morning hours, winds of up to 140 km/h.

We're up in a high-rise building that suffered some window damage during Hurricane Juan a few years ago. We've strapped down the barbeque on the balcony and brought in the balcony furniture. Amanda is filling up extra bottles of water right now. We have plenty of food and water on hand.

The scary part, for me, will be later tonight when I'm out reporting. The radio station is putting on a special show tonight, and I've drawn the "out there" assignment. "Out there" as in "not at the station" -- so it's not clear whether I'll be reporting from Barrington Street, the bar district, my balcony, or hiding in the bathroom from flying glass. We'll see how it goes.

So much for getting an extra hour of sleep tonight. It sounds like we'll be getting an extra hour of rattling windows and howling wind. W00t!

I'll post any interesting pictures over to Flickr.

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