As The Wife said when perusing my mother's list of TiVo recording, "Awesome; she likes the same crappy TV shows I do." In many ways, we're lucky to have been able to spend the last week of Ike exile up in Bryan where there's ample power, fuel, and satellite TV. On the other hand, I got to watch the season finale of The Closer. Twice.
Oh shut up, Pete...what of The House?

True to their word, the crew brought in by our insurance company had the trees cleared out and the roof covered by Thursday morning.
I forgot to ask the guys to save one of the bigger chunks for folks to have something in my backyard to urinate on during cookouts.

It's probably a good thing our neighborhood isn't supposed to get power back until next week, since two of the three connections on the now low-hanging service drop were pulled out of the weatherhead. I'd reattach them myself, except...

I don't think getting electricity back is going to make much of a difference at our house, air conditioning-wise.
Oh Pete! I’m so SO sorry that this happened to you. I hope things go as smoothly as possible with everything you are going to have to deal with from here on out.
Good grief … I’m sorry Pete. Our guest room is yours if you want it, for as long as you need it.