Unlike our friends on the shoreline, or in New York and New Jersey, chez Owl was spared any drama from Hurricane Sandy.
That’s not to say that winds that howled like freight trains speeding by did not do damage to our part of the world. Our neighborhood had a blown power transformer and some trees down. But last year’s Snowpacalypse combined with very aggressive tree-cutting in the interim meant periodic power cycling off, then (mercifully) on again was all that we experienced.
As for Owl Manor, there is more water, but it is a drop in the pun-intended bucket.
We continue to wait for word from many friends who have not checked in, and offer our prayers for their safety. We know too well the toll that disruption, dismay and damage take as the days pass.