That's It?

Tropical Storm Ernesto has come and gone...and all we have to show for it is wet streets -- barely half an inch of rain -- and a few gusts of wind that rattled my neighbor's wind chimes. The heaviest rains came around 6:00 p.m. yesterday, and by the time it had passed, the weather folk on the TV were saying that was it. All the network affiliates were back to regular programming by 8, and I was watching Casablanca on TCM. I've been through summer thunderstorms that packed more punch.

It's far better to be over-prepared than not, and I think the lessons we learned from the last couple of years have taken hold; people are ready for these things now, especially after a long period of time when, other than Andrew in 1992, South Florida didn't have much in the way of hurricane activity. Not that I like it, but I'm glad I'm prepared and have been through the preparation, the waiting, and now the aftermath, such as it is with this weak little rain event.

And I still get the whole day off. I guess I can clean the house.