We are home

The yard looks like...well, like a hurricane hit it. Trees are down all over the place, some from the roots.

The refrigerator and freezer were not pretty.

There is no cable service, so my U.S. Open "viewing" today is confined to Web live scoring. Tomorrow, the broadcast reverts to CBS for the rest of the tournament, and if still don't have cable, I can kind of watch on a black and white Watchman, which is certainly better than nothing, and I'm awfully glad we have it.

Roxie and Velma celebrated their return home by hissing and growling at each for a few hours. Then they sat in opposite windows in the bedroom, and finally, they came out and started taking up their old haunts.