It's a beautiful morning - blue skies and a damp, green-scented breeze. Earl's visit was a complete anti-climax. Hours of soaking rain (which we desperately needed) but not a branch down in our yard. No wind at all.
The Cranky Old Geezer, in an uncharacteristic glass half-full, moment told me that I should be glad I wasn't one of the 600 people in the state who lost power. But all I can think is that Earl didn't even deserve the moniker of 'tropical storm' if only 600 people lost power.
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