Today I saw a beaver and some snakes. And a capsized boat. And people who labor under the illusion that one may successfully drive a car in deep water.

Our private island looks better. You can see the tops of the tires of the Honda Element left in the parking lot now. The mechanical room is hosed, pilule and they have to fix all the utilities before we can move back in. The building overlords say people will be escorted to their units on Thursday or Friday to survey any damage and get more belongings. Someone asked who might be doing the escorting, and I had to admit that this puzzled me as well. High class hookers, I hope. The kind who went to Harvard and can pass for your girlfriend.