Well, the good news on my end is that Jeanne skirted Jacksonville and we pretty much endured Frances-lite because of it. My house lost power at 5:30pm Sunday and got it back at 8:00am sharp Monday morning, for which Mrs. Mosley and I were very grateful.
The bad news is that my cubicle at work got flooded, again. The carpet is beginning to smell of wet dog and I'm seriously wondering if maintenance will do anything about this since we're scheduled to move into the new building in less than six months.
Right now, I'm still a bit sleepy and cranky, but this too shall pass. Stay tuned.