Well here we are again, almost exactly a year later, perched on our little hilltop way out on a sandy spit in the Atlantic, bracing ourselves for a hurricane. Last year’s offering, Earl, missed us to the east; this one is supposed to pass by a little way off to the west. It’s always a lively ride being out here for these storms, though — whether it’s a hurricane, a nor’easter, or a blizzard — and I’m sure Irene will be no exception. At the least, we’ll probably lose electrical power for some interval of hours or days.
As always: should we not make it, dear Readers, thanks for coming round to visit these past seven years. It’s been a pleasure.