Still here

Still have electricity, although Elder Son lost power at both his place of employment (at the end of our block) and his apartment in the opposite direction on the next block of our street. So the wind had us bracketed, but apparently ran out of ammo before the final salvo. Or some other stretched metaphor.

We have not been blown into New Brunswick, although Attempts Were Made. Likewise do not seem to have been flooded.

Still no ski trails. I guess I'll have to write instead.