Spuh-LASH!

It started raining Thursday night, and by the time Friday morning rolled around the storm bands were rolling in, big time, from down Cuba way: howling winds, tornado warnings, walls of rain, flood advisories, darkness at noon.

The gusts got up to 50, which is well into tropical storm land, and by the time it tapered off Friday night we had more total rain on the official meter -- almost 3½ inches -- than even Wilma brought us. (She was just over 2, but it was the storm surge that did real damage.)

When one of these blows in, you hunker down, which is of course why Emilio came by in the middle of it all to pick up the dog. Truth be told, I would have gladly rented him a boat and crew.