I spent most of this afternoon under the first hot sun for the past couple of days. Most of the cleanup following Katrina had already been done on Friday, what with hauling the sheared bits of palm tree out of the garden, the unlatching of the shutters, and a pensive check to see if my balls were still intact.
Actually, all kidding aside, we were quite fortunate: the hurricane had been making right for us but at the last possible moment swerved to the south, toward Miami. And while the damage there was quite significant, I don't think it's too much of a stretch of the imagination to say it will pale when compared to what New Orleans is going to experience.
One of the most striking images I've seen today was of a freeway in New Orleans: a long convoy of cars, roofs strapped with possessions, heading north and away from the approaching storm; and, opposite, a deserted southbound lane into an emptying city.