I took a walk around the neighborhood this evening. There is quite a bit of damage, although nothing terrifying. Landscapers and roofers will be doing a booming business for the next few months, though.

There's a curfew in place for all of Miami-Dade county, not that it has stopped the steady flow of traffic past my house. But it stopped me from getting into the middle of it, which isn't a bad idea, given the number of blocked streets.

A huge ficus tree went down on the Barry University campus. A group of students were standing on the enormous root ball being videotaped, shouting "Fuck you, Wilma!"

When the sun started to set I realized I had a good walk ahead of me without streetlights. Fortunately, I'm an ex-Boy Scout, so I had a flashlight in my bag.

Once I got home I decided to take advantage of the stillness and sit on the porch for a while with my radio and HobGoblin. The night is still and cool, the way it is supposed to be, not the way it usually is.

But now I'm sitting in the dark, wrapping up a post, and getting ready to have a drink and go to sleep.