Home

I'm very tired. The drive home was relatively easy - amazingly easy, as a matter of fact - but still, we had to wrestle luggage around between cars and drag plants outside and vacuum dirt off the living room rug (where we had dragged the plants inside - we put the plants on plastic sheeting but some dirt still escaped onto the rug) and so forth. Thank god for showers and air conditioning.

(According to the radio, there is an actual Canadian cold front headed our way later this week. Thank goodness for that. It didn't occur to me until today that it is now technically fall. It sure doesn't feel like it.)

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There are still a couple of TV trucks parked out on the Seawall. I guess they're doing follow-up stories.

Galveston has been all over the news, of course. Anderson Cooper was broadcasting right in front of our apartments the other day (while we were gone, more's the pity) and I saw somebody I know on Larry King yesterday. Very odd.

There is a tropical depression in the Carribbean. The very thought makes me feel panicky. Isn't hurricane season over with yet?