mazie’s okay, lili’s done

Well, Mazie’s survived. “I have never been through something so scary my whole life,” she said — and this is from someone who went through the trauma of raising me! Rayne took a real beating: lots of debris everywhere, roofs torn off, a few building collapses, and (says Mazie) “the water plant got torn in half.” Today’ll probably go down as the worst day in the city’s history.
But, for my more parochial concerns, Mazie’s house and the two next door suffered only minor damage. The house I grew up in had its back door blown off, an old tree is mostly uprooted, part of a tin roof was ripped off, and part of a carport is teetering on the edge of collapse. But all the walls are still standing, in roughly the same locations they used to. Disaster seemingly averted.
A PR flack today told me I sounded “grumpy as hell,” so I apologize to anyone who’s talked to me in the last two days or (in advance) to anyone who’ll talk to me in the next couple.
I know I just had one, but damn, I need a vacation.