If you were in any way concerned, Hurricane Irene turned out to be rather underwhelming (at least around where I live). After being subjected to 24/7 news reports about how horrible it was going to be, nothing really happened except some flooding. In fact, a pile of sticks that I had piled under a bush in the backyard were undisturbed this morning—despite promises of sustained winds up to 75 mph. I’m not saying I’m not happy to get off so easily, but it did seem a bit like “The Boy Who Cried Wolf.”
In a related note, I got the blog redesign bug again. You are looking at the results. I’m still tweaking it but it is pretty much done. Sigh. Why do I do this?