We're past the peak of "hurricane season", when more storms typically occur.
I'm back home in Florida and am lucky that we have no damage, although we do have a lot of small debris in the yard. I got a lot of it up on Saturday afternoon and Sunday, but still have a bit more to get up.
The people about 40-80 miles east of us have it bad, though. I met a young man in a parking lot in town today, and found out he is stationed at Tyndall AFB, and is now finally able to get back to his home, or what is left of it. He had a fairly good outlook, and told me he appreciated that he and his wife are safe and alive, and that "their things" can be replaced.
A coworker met a family from the Panama City Beach area at church on Sunday, who got a call from their landlord late Saturday night that the house they were living in was gone. As in without a trace that it was ever there. I cannot fathom what that would be like, and this time of year makes me as "nervous as a long-taled cat in a room of ricking chairs."
WM