Hurricane Zeta is behind us, the new roof is going on and Kimball’s is back where it belongs. It’s the little things.

A heron stopped by Gumbo Cove while I was there doing more cleanup from Hurricane Zeta.

When a hurricane storm surge happens at Gumbo Cove, the water roars in from the Gulf and goes back out eventually, but leaves behind an unwelcome calling card: canal mud.

Trucks, big, strong, sturdy, beautiful trucks, barrelling down the highway in a convoy, filled with workers loaded for bear and ready to slay the dragons of downed power lines to bring the lights back on for the people.