I haven't blogged since before Hurricane Helene, so I figured I should state for the record that I'm fine and have suffered no property damage. A bunch of sticks and a few large limbs were in the yard, but that's it.
I missed the northern lights last night. Apparently, I could have seen it from here. I found out about it too late.
I know the season is changing because the toilet mechanism is making some clicking and groaning noises. Man, I hate plumbing. It's better than not having it at all, but it still sucks.
I've been seeing some odd holes in the ground. They look like acorn holes dug by squirrels, but they're deeper than the usual holes the squirrels dig. Further from the trees, too. Makes me wonder if this is one of those folklore signs about an unusually cold winter approaching. Or maybe it's not squirrels at all and some other critter is responsible.
The response from volunteers helping out in Appalachia in the wake of Hurricane Helene has been a rare ray of sunshine in an otherwise gloomy decade. Nice to see kindhearted folks donating their time, money, and effort for selfless reasons. It's way too easy to forget that such people exist.
