Power Back On
In my neighborhood we have been fortunate. Quite a few trees fell as the water logged earth coughed up large rootballs after the wind applied leverage against the branches. Streets have been closed as crews worked to restore power. Several lines and transformers were down.
The trunks of mossy old oak trees were broken, the winds having twisted them beyond their endurance. As our water recedes, the evacuees are flooding the highways on the way back down South. After work this afternoon, I had the opportunity to ride my bike around the neighborhood to survey the damage and to get a fix on how long it might take to get power again.
When I got home, the power was back on, the fish were still alive, and Ilsa was overjoyed to see me. I decided to curl up on the sofa and take a nap instead.