After just 18 hours.
In retrospect, I guess we might have resorted to cannibalism a bit early.
Even the food in the fridge all still seems fine. It was quite a blow, though. I cannot imagine being in it down in Houston.
I was out riding my bike on a tree-covered trail when it hit. I really ought to pay more attention to the weather reports. In fact, I had gotten back on the bike to head home after hitting some tennis balls with a random stranger. The balls were blowing as much as 15 feet away from their initial target when we finally decided to call it a day.
The trail ride was actually a little nervous. A tree fell behind me, and another falling limb caught me right in the arm. In the end, I just went home and watched it all from my porch. The neighborhood had some dramatic tree falls, but nothing personally. I went and checked on all my neighbors and contacts, and everyone was good to go.
I really do have about 3 posts in the oven. Don't give up on me yet. :-)