Well, Irma has come and gone. That ass-kicking? For us, more like a friendly pat on the rump. It's almost embarrassing.The storm started to break up just before it hit us, the big rain bands shifted to the east, and although some of Tallahassee got hit pretty strongly (there are trees down, and about half the town lost power, and for some it's still out three days later) it just sort of parted and went around us. Just as it was getting light, the power went out and the wind started picking up, and we were bracing ourselves and thinking "here it comes" and then the wind would die down again.
And that was about it. It was grey and wintry looking (and feeling--the high was 63!) and a bit windy. Mostly we sat on the front porch and read. Even the power outage was courteous--went out when it got light, and came back on just as the sun was going down.
So after 5 days of fear and trepidation and prepping, and one day of bracing ourselves because it was going to hit any minute, it was simply over. We had to spend a day putting away tarps and emptying all the jerry cans of water and we're back to normal.
Almost--a consensus among our friends is that a lot of us are feeling tired and headachy and sort of crashing but I think that's because we're coming off that 5-day adrenaline jag. And there's a level of survivor's guilt. People are dead. People are homeless. People are trying to get back to see whether or not they're homeless. Massive areas were flooded. And here--we were . . . . inconvenienced.
But trust me--we're grateful.