I drove into Pensacola and the downtown flooding has receded, except for a very large puddle that had the road closed under the 17th Avenue train trestle (a.k.a. Graffiti Bridge). I also ran into some family friends in the grocery store. They live on the water and said they were “shoveling out again.” Though the storm wasn’t too bad here, particularly in light of the horrible pictures out of Louisiana and Mississippi, for many in the Pensacola area, it was a dash of salt in a not-quite-healed wound.

My power is back, so I can stop whining and stop eating ice cream. This concludes my 7th hurricane in 26 years as a Floridian. Fittingly, I am moving out of state in 4 days - to Chicago. They don’t make cones of uncertainty for snow storms, do they?