Andrew and I are home and reunited with Malcolm. The house is a mess of Houston furniture, towels, bed linens, and dozens of Target bags which I hoarded and then used to transport our toiletries, cleaning stuff - all of this a duplication of what we already had in New Orleans. We'll give most of these things to M's sister and mom whose houses in Metairie flooded. They're living in FEMA trailers in their respective driveways (across the street from each other), and won't be back in their homes until after Mardi Gras. Maybe.

We still have no heat, no hot water, no stove/oven. Entergy's digging holes in our neighborhood trying to find out why water keeps getting into the gas main. The winds are supposed to shift in the next couple of hours and will come out of the south, so the temps will be milder. It's warmer outside than it is inside. I could go up to the converted attic, which is all electric, and be more comfortable, but I'm determined to live, again, in the whole house, so I'm under a blanket with a cup of hot coffee to warm my hands.