IT'S A HURRICANE, DAMMIT! So where are the gale-force winds? Driving rain? Raging rivers? Journalists posing as meteorologists? Sobbing deplorables posing on camera?

The rain is somewhere between mist and drizzle; winds are on the low side of zero; waves pounding the pond shore are under 1/8 inch; and there's not a journalist or sobbing deplorable in sight.

UPDATE (& BUMP): Finally! we sustained some hurricane damage - a dead tree broke in half and punched a hole in the fabric of our little windmill by the carport. A little dab of fabric glue and it'll be all right....