I don't know what has happened to me.  For many months I have avoided the incessant party scene and don't even have friends over anymore.  For almost a month I was practically bedridden with chronic leg and back pain.  We did have our favorite two friends over for a Labor Day pool luncheon, Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish and The Baroness Seitzinger, now The Countess of Dade.  Naturally, we three white women needed shade for the short spree in the pool (I was the only one sensible enough to wear pool shoes; you can never be too careful).

The other big event of the week was T.S. Isaac, who was more of a nuisance than a danger.  I did encounter just how bad a tropical storm can be when I attempted to walk to the store for a bottle of wine.  A gust of wind pinned me to the fence of a neighbor; it was immediately apparent that wine wasn't worth it; basically it was an incredible rain event.  In a cab back from the market on Sunday, we were shocked at how high the water was in the canal two blocks north of were we live.  The Herald followed up with the following story.  The city is so obsessed with building new symphony halls and tunnels under the government cut that they lack the ability to see danger as long as they can keep themselves employed.  It's enough to make anyone lock themselves up.