At this moment, the Jersey Coast appears to be getting Irened. I hope Andy and the Philly area are all doing OK (I especially hope the Victory brewery didn’t sustain any damage). Except for Michael Vick. It would be somewhat ironic if he were to drown and/or get electrocuted. Good luck to my brother out on LI (he’s expecting to lose power; such is the reputation of LILCO, I guess; or, what, I guess it’s LIPA now; whatever it is, I hope the Shoreham nuke plant doesn’t go all kerflooey; I mean, it’s closed, but who the hell knows what they’ve got stored there – and how safe it all is), and to Sue and her menagerie.

I feel a little left out up here, as we’re just in the fringe of Irene’s wrath, getting a little bit of relatively light rain, though the latest storm track looks to have Irene going slightly west of where they predicted the other day, and there are now flood warnings. Seeing as I’m at about 1,000 feet above sea level I won’t worry about that too much, though if we get enough rain I reckon the stream that runs under my house (did I mention that?) might start exercising my sump pumps.

Mostly, though, I think it’s gonna be your basic Sunday, filled with laundry and grocery shopping (and listening to the rain, which is quite pleasant this morning). And maybe some PM on the pellet stove. Winter’ll be here before you know it.