Back to reality.
We spent the weekend on the central coast of California. Beautiful and peacful.
The complete opposite of the images we saw on TV left by the path of Irene.
For three nights, we slept with the sliding door of our balcony cracked open, hearing the waves of the Pacific Ocean crash on the shore.
Last night, the only noise I heard was the air conditioner kicking on and off throughout the night.
It would look like this when we woke up in the morning.
I'm actually pretty much of a homebody so being at home is usually a good thing for me. And I'm thankful to have a dry house with electricity. My thoughts and prayers today are with those who are without those things we take for granted.
If I could, I'd bring some of you to this coastline and we'd spend the rest of the day here.