Steve and I just went for a walk to stretch out my back. We took some pictures of the stream on the edge of our yard and the river at the end of the block. The stream is dry, but the river is already at its normal peak.
The streets were empty except for a crew of town guys who were cutting down a tree that had toppled over already. And the storm hasn't even arrived yet.
I'm still doing cumpulsive cleaning. The floors are vaccumed, and the kitchen drawers are tidy. Sandy is like some nasty guest who will inspect the dust on my shelves and the cobwebs in the corners. I have to prepare for her.