More hurricane nonsense

I'm back. Awakening Sunday morning around 5:30 after a fitful sleep, I turned on the TV just as Hurricane Wilma was making landfall. Then the shit really hit the fan -- a fan which kept spinning for almost four hours. At one point I sought refuge in the bathroom, afraid that one of my bedroom windows was going to blow. No damage to my property, but the storm's effects are unexpected, enormous, and slightly wearying to recount in this post-Katrina world. This is a pretty good recap.

Finally, I must be the only one in three county area of which South Florida is composed who has power.