Wrote this last week--posting now.
Around here they say the storm isn’t over until you get your lights (phone, roof, whatever) back. And, yes, for me the storm is finally over. I got my phone lines back; that means internet. I missed it more than water. Well, okay, not more than water but damn near. So I spent all day with you--reading your blogs, your articles, poems, and emails. I admired your paintings and studied your comments. I thought about all of us in the context of the larger things—after reading Jimmy Carter's sorrowful piece on America, for instance—and the smaller things, too—a poet standing in his yard and looking at an apple tree. Just want to say I missed my normal life. It’s great to be back.